Ways to Move On
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Ongoing, First published Feb 27, 2018
Mahirap ba kalimutan ang nakaraan? Yung taong minahal mo ng sobra? Syempre, oo.

Pero anong gagawin mo kung sinabi niya sayong hindi ka niya minahal? Na kailan man ay wala siyang naramdaman para sayo? Ipagsisiksikan mo pa ba ang sarili mo? O kakalimutan na lang siya at hahanapin ang para sayo?
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