In the world of the mortals, there's an awful vision. You can see the world's outcry to escape from the pain. People has fears and scars from being hurt.
Problems are everywhere not nearly to be solved by anyone.
Happiness to this world is a miracle and sometimes impossibility. It's fleeting. It's transitory and short-lived. It will pass soon, and when it does, it will hurt.
Thinking of these things makes me feel unfortunately frightened because it seems that death is the only option.
It scares me to know that I'm one of these haunted people.
The worst part of it all wasn't just experiencing pain. It was slowly losing hope. Unconscious in losing sight of the main thing, that the four letter word can't be found from the vocabulary.
It's like they're fighting simultaneously from the battle. But it's worthless, because struggles are being pointless.
Maybe I'm not afraid. Maybe I'm terrified.
Sometimes I ask myself,
Is there still a purpose of living?
Would there be still a chance for me to experience the love which the world withheld from me?
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A/N: Hi! If you are one of the readers, then let me tell you that this story is not a pure English. I thought to do it (at first) but from my friend's suggestion, it would be better to do it in Taglish so I prefer to have this story using both English and Tagalog. Well anyway, judgment won't be beneficial because I write this not to impress you but to express myself. Thank you so much! :)
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