Narratives - Roast Corn & Ube
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I feel like writing I really, really do But sometimes, I get this block...

It's night-time again and sleep has fled. Dreams have come, creeping slowly,muttering  under their breath, hoping...

Even in my daydreams, I don't imagine good; my fantasies end in tragedy. When you've dreamt...