PROSE XVI

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[𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓; 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫.]

It's good to stop thinking that we're not,

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It's good to stop thinking that we're not,


I've felt the wild wind harshly passing by, giving coldness unto my system in which I have shivered; those skies reminding me of you - oh If only your feelings are what they were last December then maybe we're even happier, together.

what we both shared; those intimate details as I look deeply in your eyes, "this isn't to last forever." I have said. But you told me to hold on, to hold tight and to never let go! for you promised, to love me, to stay with me and to do whatever it takes to always choose what's best for us; what's right! but baby, look at us now? where did your promises take us? where is it? "show it to me once again,baby and keep it."- I pleaded.

as I felt the touch of heavy rain on my skin I can't help myself from thinking about it;about us. funny how destiny collide us sweetly and at the same time part us cruelty; 16 months pass by and I've tried to enlighten up my mind, full the hole of questions you didn't dare nor desire to answer, I've tried to not think about it but like how tight a knot can possibly be; it's how my mind's decision locked with you- as my destiny, as the only man meant for me.

I started to walk along the loneliest street of this town called "nineteen forgotten", catching both rain and teardrops from my eyes. one last time I look around;oh this beautiful structure of houses yet dark and empty- if you won't still comeback to me? I swear against all odds that even in the afterlife you will never forget about me, you will deal with regret of how ungrateful you are just by-losing me.

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