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016 Long Time

It has been decades since the last time I was here. There had already climbing mountains and breaking down hearts. I want to fly, but seems that I am down.

I canot write more of this. My eyes are beginning to close.

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sweetpsychoholic said…
sabog na rin grammar mo! hehehe o baka mali lang tingin ko? musta? grabe tagal ko na di nagsusulat ng something feeling ko matino or whatever kahit anong essay lang pero yun, im working on something right now, inis kasi i cant seem to finish it. ala lang share lang
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