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Dec 2014
And in my heart,
it stung like thirty thousand whips
when you left me
without a note of goodbye.

And in my mind,
it burnt like thirty thousand torches
when I remember
your promise.

"I will never leave you."
And like the leaves of Fall,
you did.

- PMT
Entry no. 3: The Promise.

For all the one who left and got left behind.
Pamella
Written by
Pamella  Manila, PH
(Manila, PH)   
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