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There are other things left to do
Like me, moving on from you
Hell is where I've been through
And I'm trying to leave and flew
There are so many pages left
In the story created by mistake
When will I stop writing
And when will I stop remembering
The music already stopped
But my heart beat didn't
There's no any other way
Even if it didn't I know you killed me without a say
With every leaves falling
Off of the plant I thought that's growing
Turns out a flower's dying
Hoping when it dies it'll finally say that it'll never stop loving
I don't know why I still plant the seed
When there's nothing to ever do
I will never grow if I won't wilter
But I'll remain me just in case
I will go over the boundaries
I never crossed before
Just to grow
I'll isolate myself in the cold
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BINABASA MO ANG
ANTHOLOGY
RandomEntering the door of your nostalgic dreams // Original work // Series of my works
