Hirit ng Sawi't Iniwan
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Last published Tue, Jun 19, 2018
Pain is part of LOVE.
Di naman sa sobrang bitter.
Sabihin nalang naten dito nalang nilabas lahat ng pain kaysa naman sa nanakit at nang iwan sayo.
#peace
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