Sometimes the pain isn't the typical kind. It's not the kind that you felt when you were 3 and you cried because mommy had to leave you at daycare or it's not the kind when you were 5 and your 1st day at kindergarten was horrible because you wanted to be home with mommy or it wasn't the kind when you were 7 and you scraped your knee falling off the bike. You see it's so much deeper than that. It's so painful that you almost can't cry like those other times. It's the big 8 when daddy has to leave because mommy wasn't enough for him. It's the big 10 when friends aren't really your friends. It's the big 13 when pain in your wrist was so much right than pain in your soul. Or maybe it's the big 14 when you think things are finally falling into place and they gey even worse. Maybe pain is defined differently each stage in your life but certainly hurts as much.
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BINABASA MO ANG
Words Unspoken
RandomThere are things better left unsaid - especially those that doesn't matter anymore, something better off not knowing. This is a collection of quotes, stories via blog-like posts, etc... about love, heartache, moving on and many more.
