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It's funny how people choose to stay when they already have the chance to run away. 

Why do they have to feel broken, why do they have to take mountains to mountains, run miles after miles just to get through from all of those shits when they know there is an easier way out? That's bullshit you know. They're all jerks. But I admire them. They are the strongest, though they know how painful it is to be in that position, they are still so persistent. To be honest, that pain and those bullshits reminds me of who I was before. I was a bit strong. I was brave. But have you heard, that the one you love the most is actually the one who would definitely destroy every part of you. Who would make your heart broke into sharp little pieces and you, without being aware of it, is slowly killed. Bleeding, and you've got nothing to do but to stare and watch yourself in the mirror full of regrets, full of memories, full of happiness you can't even touch nor feel. I know how it feels, because I've been there and still am, experiencing those. Pinili kong manatili, kasi nagmamahal ako. 

Nostalgia

                            NOSTALGIA

Standing infront of this broken glass 

Where you drew perfect image of your hearts

Now she's here fixing it up 

With those hands you used to kiss when she sobs

You see how sullen the sun became when you left her inside the flame

You heard her scream the words you've ever wished to hear

But All you ever did was watch her kneel 

You've seen her beg for you to stay but now look at you, you're walking away 

Now you came back here infront of this broken glass

Reminiscing how you promised her that your love will last