The Sunset's Cry (Nostalgia On Sunsets)

The Sunset's Cry (Nostalgia On Sunsets)

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//Will be scheduled for MINOR revision// "Umiiyak ba ang araw kapag ito ay nakahalik sa dagat?" His promise is her as he looked and waited for her to come back. He used pen and ink to be his sword where he became a writer of reality and dreams to become a director. Lance Samaniego, a writer, an opacarophile, where sunset became his home in which he draws the past through his vices, past that keeps on hunting him when he met Czea Alleroña for no reason. He can't believe it. Everything's keeping on going back where actually he doesn't want to be in it again even if he was there to look back. How can he deal with it? How can he accept the truth of past that may rattled his now? Will he see his nostalgia on sunsets? Or will he witness until the sunset's cry? Date Started: October 26, 2019 Date Ended: July 20, 2020
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Some people are just meant to be despised. Someone has to play that part. At nakakalungkot mang tanggapin, baka isa ako sa mga iyon. Matagal ko nang inihanda ang sarili na tanggapin iyon. Sa mundong ito, ang pagmamahal at pagtanggap ay para lamang sa iilang maswerte. Hindi para sa mga katulad ko. Di ko na kailangan pang pangarapin ang pag-ibig at pagyakap dahil bata pa lamang ako ay alam ko nang hindi 'yon para sakin. It was already dictated from the very beginning. It was written in my palms, and inscribed in my fate. It is like a curse people throw at me. Like a prayer they utter to the heavens and they write on the stars. That's just how the current goes, that's how the river flows. Who am I to dare go against it?

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