smile

I just realized it in high school, when my tita told me how sad-looking my drawings are, I didn’t notice the pain and anger piling up. Pen and paper have become a private safe space more than having my own room. I wouldn’t be able to function well if it wasn’t for that kind of release. I always try my hardest to step out of the room with a smile despite crying a few seconds ago. 

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