RAINDROPS

RAINDROPS

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SA bawat pagpatak nang ulan naalala ko naman siya. Ulan kelan ka kaya titila naalala ko naman ang mga masasayang SANDALI namin... Kasabay nang Iyong, bumangon rin ang pangungulila at sakit kung nararamdaman. Matagal ko nang ibinaon sa limot ang lahat pero heto ka naman pinaalala mo ulit sakin siya...... Ang huling sayaw.. Ang huling ngiti.. Ang huling Yakap... Ang huling HALIK... AT higit sa lahat ang huli niyang pag iyak "Sabi Nila Hiram lang daw ang buhay natin,hiniram lang daw natin ito sa panginoon na. siyang nagbigay sa atin ng buhay na. ito,at darating daw ang araw na siya mismo ang babawi ng buhay na. ito mula satin...." AYN ANG MGA HULING KATAGANG NARINIG KO MULA SA KANYA............ Salamat Ulan dahil kahit papaano pinaalala mo ulit siya sakin... COVER BY :kwin_binus
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"One body: A death, a suicide, and now a murder. Lunacy is settling over, leaving its fingerprints on them, while breathing down their necks. The warm kiss of air is mistaken for nothing but a midnight breeze, and finger prints not much more than dirt. "Are you worthy enough, huh? Do you think I'm such a fool? You'll die there. Ashton Kahn. Mark my words. You are going to die and your family is going to live a dead life. You know what grief is? Of course, why would YOU know? You haven't been miserable for once in your life, have you? You have always been the super-star, haven't you? Of course you'll die. You deserve nothing but a deadly, rotten grave. You are such a chick, aren't you? Huh. I hate you Ashton Kahn. You are so mean. You think wealth is the world. You think beauty is the world. Don't you find having the best muscles, having the best grades, having the perfect eyes, having the perfect clothes, shoes-" Her words were so powerful, her expression meaner. She meant it. And how right she was. There I was, living a beautiful life. Of course I had no idea what misery is. I'd never been miserable for a second. Hah. She was giving me a lesson. The feeling was so intense, her words ruling my brain, empowering my veins. I was so useless. Have I ever cried? Have I ever thought why people say Life is just a Lie? Did I ever care why was the guy behind the coffee shop shutters crying? Did I ever gave it a second thought what did that guy felt when I called him Bozo? Or what was going on with that girl I heard of whose parents died a day ago? Of course, what was I capable of feeling? And there I had always thought I was the perfect me. The boy who could do anything. The boy who ruled. The boy who lived. Life is just a Lie. And for the first time in ever, I felt it to be so, so real. The reality of this was ever-awakening, it's power would have killed a soul. Life is just a Lie.

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