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May 2016
"I know pain too well. It eats you inside.

It makes you sketch an imaginary smile on your lips everyday so people won't ask, so people won't need an explanation why you are the way you are today, or the days before. But let's face it: people only hear what they want to hear, and pain is not one of them.

I know it too well, that all I wanted in the end was to save someone's hearts from feeling it. And in that moment, it got to be yours.
It happen to be you."
Franz Bartolome
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Franz Bartolome  Manila
(Manila)   
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   --- and its gonna make sense
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