Here I am again. Trying to compose my feelings.
Trying to write in order to forget.
Making me want to advice myself that I had enough.
That whatever the circumtances it may result, the one to be blame is no other than myself.
I should love myself.
I should let my mind win rather than my heart.As I type and search for something, I always end up shaking.
Too much feeling.
I am crying and I felt like dying.
I wanted to go back and change everything.As I saw their ressemblance, I felt a "pang" in my heart. What I have done? Did I ruin that suppose to be a ...
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Short StoryA collection of a short story, poem, feelings, or urgh . . . anything?