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I walked along T. Morato last night.

Sarap ng feeling. Walking along at walang iniisip.

I saw a lot of people. Som are artistas who knew me. Some people from the past. Some people who didn't like me.

I stayed away from them. Even the ones i knew in good terms. My body suddenly had a reflex.

Parang gusto mong hindi ka na lang nila kilala.

Even before i walked. I ate. Alone.

And my walking was so good nothing mattered.

I couldn't care less to those men who look at my legs.

Nothing to assess.

Just walk.

Sarap.