When Summer Comes

When Summer Comes

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It was at that time that I knew I messed up, HARD. So here I am walking at the busy streets of Cotabato City, did'nt know what to do with this mess. My Family kicked me out. So I have no choice but to go here where no one knows me. Where no one knows about that... (sigh) This is all my fault! If only I didn't do that, If only I didn't become weak. I wouldn't be miserable as fuck right now. If only I didn't fell in love with him. Honestly, I just want to get lost right now. I want to end this. What's the purpose of being alive when everyone just turned their backs on you, when everyone is putting their fingers on you. I feel like suffocating right now. Help! Somebody help me! My hearts burning like hell. No matter how hard a punch my heart it still burning, I can't! I can't take it anymore! I was distracted that I did'nt even notice that a car's coming towards me. T-THIS. IS THIS MY TIME? HANGGANG DITO NA LANG BA AKO? GANITO NA LANG BA MAGTATAPOS ANG BUHAY KO? A sudden memory has crossed my mind. Those are the times where I was THE OLD ME, those time where I genuinely happy, those where he's not in my life yet... I WISHED I could go back at THAT TIME. I badly want to go back to where my life's not messed up like this...
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