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Hindi lungkot o takot ang mahirap sa pag-iisa... kung hindi ang pag-tanggap na sa bilyon-bilyong tao sa mundo, wala man lang nakipaglaban upang makasama ka."

Now listen to me.

These are my thoughts.

How small my voice is--

I wish to be heard.

You change for two reasons:
Either you learn enough that you want to or... you've been hurt enough that you have to.

But when I hide--

I wish to be found.

Because what's the use of letting yourself disappear--

when nobody cares enough to look?

A lot of things could be said within a little period of time. But what matters is how long you will really mean it.

And when I sing--

Care enough to listen?

Because when it echoes--

even if you walk away--

it'll find a way to reach you.

They say if love is painful, it's time to let go and save yourself. But just keep in mind... if love is true, pain is never a reason to let go.

Don't let sadness overrule.

It's saying you're weak.

So note to self: you're strong.

But it's a sad thought...

That deep inside--you're weak.

But you just don't show it.

No matter how hard we try to ignore or deny it, eventually the lies fall away, whether we like it or not. But here's the truth about the truth: it hurts. So we lie.

I know I liked fantasy for a reason.

Within that space of imagination--

I see life as I want to see it.

Princesses and princes. Queens and dragons.

Figments of childhood that I want back.

"You know that place between sleeping and being awake, that place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always love you." -Peter Pan.

So smile.

Just smile.

Everything's alright.

It's all in your head.

Stop thinking.

The most beautiful thing is to see a person smiling. And even more beautiful is knowing that you are the reason behind it.

Reason?

You'll know if the person really cares when he asks what's wrong and you tell him nothing yet he stays there... waiting for the real reason.

♥ It's so hard to be a poet.

I miss my Bumbum.

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