That Should Be Me
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"Wait! On game ako, let's talk later."
The last message i sent before i continue to play Mobile Legends. As the days goes by our conversation gets shorter and colder.
"Minsan lang akong maglaro nito. Susulitin ko na, bakasyon naman."
Lagi kong sabi sa aking sarili. Not knowing na may naghihintay nga pala sa akin.Ang alam ko lang mahal ko siya at alam kong may babalikan ako matapos ang mahabang laro ko.
Ngunit akala ko lang pala iyon....
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