My day. Sometimes we really should expect unexpected things to prevent disappointments. I don't get it but I can explain what I'm feeling now. I'm hurting. I can't even give a smile for my self. Is it really me or is this just one of my imaginations? I am fond of dreams. But this day is the real dream I don't want to remember. Disaster. This word describes everything now. This word define everything in me now. But I'm thanking God for making me alive anyway.
BINABASA MO ANG
Collectanea
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