I only exist when you need me.
Like a paper that you kept losing,
that could be replaced, could be torn into pieces.
Paper from trees.
Time for my soul has been gone to waste.
I guess, it's ok to disappear.
For you, to not remember me again,
my existence that goes to waste.
I will vanish like a dust surfing on the wind.
Teardrops, Raindrops.
Regretting.
Forgotten.
Vanished.
BINABASA MO ANG
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