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The Pain of Yesterday

The Pain of Yesterday

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Romance
Lyra Calliah Allyra Santos, the girl whom I met in Mt. Amuyao under the beautiful scenery of sunrise. She is the perfect definition of simple beauty, her genuine and captivating smile caught my attention at the very first time, honestly it felt like love at the first sight to the point that I can't even stop myself staring at her. She is the girl who love watching sunrise and sunset and whom makes me realize that I can love someone more than I love myself. She is the girl who become my bestfriend, my girlfriend, my life, my soul and my partner. However life isn't like a fairytale that full of happy endings or happily ever after. Sunrise may define as new beginning but sunset defines ending. She's my yesterday's pain that I don't wanna forget and let go for the rest of my life.
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