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“With every step he felt he was losing some part of himself, the way we gradually lose our memory of what we once thought mattered, pulling us faster towards that emptiness in which we are no longer human.”

Quote by Eric Gamalinda

Book:My sad republic
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My sad republic

This novel delves into the complexities of a fictional republic experiencing internal conflict and political turmoil. The narrative likely examines the impact of these issues on the lives of its citizens and the struggle for stability and justice. more

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Eric Gamalinda
Eric Gamalinda

Eric Gamalinda, born in 1956, is a renowned poet whose works are known for their profound emotions and unique style. His poetry has won him widespread acclaim among readers. more

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