The Book Of love
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Last published Sun, Feb 7, 2016
" Ang libro ng pagmamahalan " - ang laging ibinibigkas ng isang babaeng patuloy na nagmamahal . Ang librong ito ay hindi lamang basta basta libro na dito,doon, at kung saan lang nababasa ...
Mahirap magmahal ng may karibal. Hindi madali, dahil ang lagiong iisipin ay ang kapalanan ng taong minamahal mo . Oo, sabi nila "walang sikretong hindi nabubunyag " - at para saan pa ba ito? Sa mga kasinungalingang matagal na itinago sa mahabang panahon ? Napaka daling Magsabi ng mga salitang akala moy makatotohanan . Pero sa bandang huli ikaw lang rin pala ang mahihirapan sa lahat ng mga bagy na itong binigyang kalokohan .
Masasayang lang ang lahat ng effort, sacrifes at lahat ng mga bagy na nakapagpasaya sakanya kung sa bandang huli mawawala rin pala sya . Kaya ang hirap makalimot lalo na't kung maraming ala-ala na hanggang ngayon nakaukit pa rin sa puso't isipan mo . Hindi ko mabura kasi nanghihinyNg ka sa mga panahong magkasama kayo .
- " I Am Nothing "
- M O A
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