Would it be last

Would it be last

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Romance
I was mesmerized by the two grey colored eyes that stare at me so intently I want to hear his sweet voice saying that he loves me I want to feel his tight hug when i felt so alone I want him to be beside me and comfort me when i feel the world rejects me I really want to be with him but sadly hindi pwede Gusto ko man lahat nang mga hilibg ko maging totoo pero hindi na yun ma aaring ma tupad pa. Huli na ba para ma ibalik ko kong ano yung na sira dati? Pwede pa kaya?
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