Nov 2014
Something happened and you're not the same
Now to you everything is a game
Thinking you're not like the rest is such a shame
It pains me, even just the sound of your name
Now to you everything is a game
Thinking you're not like the rest is such a shame
It pains me, even just the sound of your name
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I have this "friend" who, after quite some time, I got to talk to and spend some time with. Things became "different". Things also got a bit twisted and confusing afterwards.
I started to write these 4-liner verses (one verse a day) almost a month ago. It has become my outlet, my breather, my life support. It speaks of my thoughts, my musings, and my words that were left unspoken.
I'm pretty sure you (yes you, my dear "friend") won't be able to read these. But in case you'll do, I hope you'll see what effect you had on me.
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I have this "friend" who, after quite some time, I got to talk to and spend some time with. Things became "different". Things also got a bit twisted and confusing afterwards.
I started to write these 4-liner verses (one verse a day) almost a month ago. It has become my outlet, my breather, my life support. It speaks of my thoughts, my musings, and my words that were left unspoken.
I'm pretty sure you (yes you, my dear "friend") won't be able to read these. But in case you'll do, I hope you'll see what effect you had on me.
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(Manila, PH)
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