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Life? We just live it, we don't end it.

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What a punishment... Still here for 2025 cheers i guess?

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Different skies

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Cheers! 🥂

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When you start choosing yourself. One by one everyone will leave. Doesn't really matter actually.

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Maybe I was staying too much on cloud 9 kasi puro cloud 9 na lang kinakain hahaha

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I GUESS LOVE REALLY MAKES US A POET AT SOME POINT

(Sharing this written by the guy who fell in love with the lady in the mansion)

Silent Stars

~singularity

When darkness spreads her wings o’er endless night,

And stardust floats through orbits yet unknown,

The planets dance in veils of silver light,

Whilst I, adrift, am bound by thoughts alone.

The nebulae, like ghosts, do softly weep,

In cosmic seas where distant comets glide,

And in my heart, the void doth echo deep,

A black hole pulls the hopes I try to hide.

Yet still, the galaxies in silence sing,

Their ancient songs of love and loss untold,

Whilst I, a voyager on broken wing,

Am drawn through time, where memories grow cold.

O stars, my pain is brighter than thy glow,

For love, like light, fades faster than we know.

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Sunsets, sky, and rain

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Hey?

It's been a while. I still think about you... some times... not because i miss you but I was just feeling the familiarity of things that I'm experiencing now that I have already experienced before... with you. Or may be the stories I really wanted to share with you but then reality hits me straight in the face saying that I can no longer share it with you. I guess this is how life works we always return or go back to square one. And all we can do is accept it. Thank you tho because I have grown so much with reality saying to me that this is how life really works. It woke me up from the slumber dream or the cloud 9 feeling I was having. It popped the bubbles of my daydream waking me up from my delusions.

#Isthisme #life #reality

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P70

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Well sunset after ng ulan

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The house at the middle of the Jupiter street

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grow in private, it is an inside job

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This pic hmmm. Little things, color palette damn

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Beauty of Sunsets

Something you cherished but at the same time you know you have to let go.