i should have stayed as that young kid playing in the vast fields, flying a kite made up of plastics, broom stick and white thread. i should have stayed as that child always crying after losing a game or whenever i scraped my knees. i should have stayed as that innocent youngling, not knowing why there are people inside the television and how they got in.
i should have stayed young, free and without worries. if i only knew it would be like this...if i only knew then...I wouldn't have wished to grow up.
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BINABASA MO ANG
sundown musings
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