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kahit ako mismo nawiwirduhan na sa sarili ko. bakit ko pinapalala sa isip ko yung mga bagay na sobrang simple lang naman. bakit mas pinipili ng isipan ko na saktan yung puso ko. bakit gustong gusto kong naluluha kesa ngumiti. bakit sobrang hina ko???

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Kailan. Kailan yung ako naman? Yung ako naman ang magpapahinga. Yung ako naman ang maguutos. Yung ako naman ang hihiga. Yung ako naman mag-isa. Kailan kaya yung sarili ko naman. Sarili, kailan?

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quote from Pan’s Flute

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It's Ok

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I just want my peace back. Before you came.

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I just stopped. This.

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I want to stop. Completely stop

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It came to the point that I stopped. It was one night I realized that I need to stop, for my sake. You became a virus to my system. It was good at first but the longer I take you, it weakened me.

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Ever since I wanted to be with you. I'm not saying anything. You didn't too. You acted like we were something sometimes, and I did too. I

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While he continues his daily life, here I am wasting my time scrolling through the internet waiting for him to remember my existence.

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+i dont ask, i assumed

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ang tao kapag hinayaan mong pumasok sa buhay mo at naging bahagi na ng pagkatao mo, ay parang batang nagsusulat sa isang papel gamit ang lapis. madiin niyang isusulat ang pangalan niya at kapag oras na para lumipat sa ibang pahina, makikita parin ang mga bakat na guhit ng pangalan niya.

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T. Mareseva. Illustration for “Our Spring Butterflies” by D. Kaigorodov (Russia, 1910)