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Aug 2015
I don't know how
We got to this mess
Since there's more to the story
Than I would confess.

And here we are now
Where did time go by?
What happened to that space
Where we said we would try.

The tears got old
Seeped skin-deep instead
While debating on restless
Thoughts of you in my head.

You'll hold on tight,
I know you so well,
You think you've got me
Under a spell.

And maybe it's okay
Not to be today.
For someday I'll be better than this
And you'll matter a whole lot less.

I'll be alright.
I'll be alright.
Sam Lichauco
Written by
Sam Lichauco  MNL
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