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Oct 2015
Just like water slipping through your finger tips, no matter what you do, no matter how hard you try, it'll drip.

Droplets slowly falling and crashing to the floor like everything you've built and everything that you've done.

Broken, shattered, may you call it what pleases you, but in the end, as if already doomed from the beginning, it is all for naught.
Ridx
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Ridx  Philippines
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