Loving Sylvia
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Last published Fri, Nov 9, 2018
Oh, I'm in pieces, it's tearing me up, but I know
A heart that's broke is a heart that's been loved
So I'll sing Hallelujah
You were an angel in the shape of my mum
When I fell down you'd be there holding me up
Spread your wings as you go
When God takes you back
He'll say, "Hallelujah, you're home"
Palagi kong pinakikingan ang kantang ito sa aking telepono habang ako'y nasa aming higaan.It always reminds me of her. I'm badly hurt Emotionally and Spirituality .A tear slips in my left eye while reminiscing the memories we've got before she left.Ang sakit lang isipin na wala na siya sa aking tabi .We just recently planned our future together. But I guess it will no longer happen.
I'm dying inside ...but I need to get through this.
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