Lost Lines (Poetry and Letters)
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Lagi akong bumabalik sa kung saan tayo nagsimula at hindi ko maiwasang bigkasin na sana bumalik ang mga bagay na nawala :(
--"I couldn't hold her hand, so I held my pen and write her poems. And in these poems, I had."🥀✍
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