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Baby, I miss you. Maybe you didn't feel the same but.. I just want you to know that I'm still here Though I'm obviously unwell, I tell you I'll gonna carry this weight. I know you are still pissed It's been two weeks since... I don't know how to approach you again I've done so many mistakes, I know Due to that, I'll willingly suffer this sadness within I'm still here. I can't help but care. I love you . I hope those words will reach you wherever you are.

Walking back to home From the gigantic architecture I've found I'm not who I thought I was People around seemed to be growing fast— faster than a rocket fighting the pull of gravity Their faces changed; More often, it's now harder to recognise Their bones grew longer And those little hearts before, they're being unstoppable Their smiles, they're mostly gone For life never had a second thought When it decided to rip them hearts apart And there I found myself Never been included in a pack I am in a society where talking to oneself is unacceptable I've seen it From my peripheral view— Most people are manipulated to be like the other Yet, they're judging people because they're like them Ironic. I'm out of this. Fine by me.

When I was a young girl, an old woman asked me what's my dream or what do I want to become. I told her, "I want to be a doctor". She smiled, then pat my hair and told me to "make it happen". In that moment, I know I was accepted because of my dream—the thing I want to live for my entire life. The dream that I want to spent my entire earth hours with. But growing up, I know there's something wrong. I started asking myself, "Did I just get accepted because of the illusion in my head?", "Will they still love me if I'm undecided?" "Will they treat me like this if I happen to say I didn't have a dream?". Those questions haunt me. Then, I felt a sudden jolt in my jaws, and in my cold whisper, I've heard myself telling me, "They want you to be like them and they're using you to spread the same stupidity". The whole concept of dream, as what was being told to us, was flawed. No, fucking your life over a job i...

2018/06/02 07:10 Every second, err...every millisecond It's just you that I'm thinking of It's been three days since our last conversation And I swear, I tried to hate you— But it just left me dumbfounded With the idea of you and me—us With you wanting to stay.

2018/06/02 02:01am An hour before 3:00 The time when you mostly ask me: "Why are you still awake?" The same time you ended it all with: "So I don't care about your pleas" I have tried to forget; I attempted to live by myself Been homeless inside for years Thought I found a safe haven knowing I'm part of your ribs But you can't accept the fact So you don't even try to hesitate to look back for the second time. After all, you've found me a mess So it's pretty known, I have once been a mess, and will always be a mess Till you pick me up again And bathe me with your company. That time , I suppose, will come In a Neverland, where that won't happen For we're all gonna die, anyway And this love too. Maybe next dimension will be our right rendezvous.

Araw rin 'to ng mga mangagawa. Mayo Uno. Dapat, nasa lansangan tayo para makiisa sa pagtatanggal ng endo. Per Kulangot. Kahit kailan, hindi kita nirespeto bilang EIC o mas nakatatalino dahil mas mataas ka ng rank sa'kin kasi, para sa'kin, hindi ikaw ang Chritine na iginagalang ng marami. Ikaw ang Chritine na naamoy ko ang lahat ng baho at siyempre, nakidungis din sa putik mo sa mukha. Ikaw 'yung kulangot na ipinahid na sa pader, aba, sumasama pa rin sa daliri. Ikaw 'yung tae sa banyo na ayaw lumubog kasi, ewan, tinubol ata ako no'n. Ikaw 'yung ingrown sa kuko na kahit ilang beses ipalinis, matindi, tumutubo pa ring lintik ka. Ikaw 'yung...kahit gano'n lang ang tingin sa sarili, tinuring kong mahalagang bahagi ng araw-araw ko. At 18 ka na, so, legal ka na. Magtino na tayo sa pagtawid. Baka masita tayo ng J-Walking. Mahirap nang matulog sa presinto. Mahal kita. 'Lam mo 'yan.  God bless. P.S. Surprise mo naman ako sa debut ko. Biro lang.

He shouldn’t have to change to be a recipient of your love. Only ask him to be yours and be by his side as he changes. That’s the way to love and grow with him.