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Nov 2013
So there I was, weeks ago.
Heart was torn and blue, broken and emptied.
Walked away from what caused this much pain, willing it to just stop, oh just please stop, even for just a moment.
Sailed away from responsibilities and grown up things and vanity in modernity, just wanting a way out.
I found myself here in this vintage bed where I first say your name, where I told you who You are to me.
I thought I could find you here, only, but you whispered as you always did, ‘I am always with you.’
And You filled me with you, laughter from my roots.
It’s you, I thought I’d cry from sadness of things I lost, but You make me cry with joy just knowing that You are still who You are to me when I first met You, my best friend.
Krezeyyyy
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Krezeyyyy  22/F/Cebu, PH
(22/F/Cebu, PH)   
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