Kaya hindi umuunlad ang bansa, dahil maraming nag-aasawa nang walang plano para sa kinabukasan.

Nagpauto sa salitang "mahal kita," kaya ito ang naging kapalaran nating dalawa.

Umaasa na kayang itawid ang gutom at uhaw sa salitang "bahala na si Batman."

Tila ba naging sapat na para sa atin ang pagkain ng pagpag, nagmimistulang "isang kahig, isang tuka."

Itulog na lang ang gutom at uhaw na nararamdaman, sapagkat kinabukasan ay panibagong umaga na naman ang haharapin natin.

Hindi matatawid ng gutom o uhaw ang salitang "mahal kita."

Kahit kailan, hindi masama o makasarili na isaalang-alang din natin ang ating kapakanan, upang maiwasan na makita ang mga batang hindi naman hiniling na mabuhay sa mundong ito na nagdurusa.

Why do people overthink a lot during midnight? —Everything hits different at midnight.

To answer that, Yes.
If I am one to overthink during midnight,
I tend to ask myself with what ifs and whys...

What if this is not the right path for me to take?
What if I am not pretty enough for him?
What if he will fell out of love from me?
What if I am not enough for him?
What if he was waiting for someone to arrive?
But at first, I was the was the easy one so that made him stay.
Why was I feeling like I am never going to be good enough for him?
Why is he like that?

I tend to overthink a lot before,
I slept late and woke up early.
Yes, I still exist up until today.
Yes, I am still alive and breathing until today.
But not anymore.

That old habit of mine died,
the day I met my partner.
All of my whys and what ifs were already answered now.

Because he gave me a lot reassurances that I am enough for him alone.
And that is much better.

I think he already knows
Because I told him so
He just took what I said for granted
I thought I was all that he wanted

Ooh, I lost myself
Chasing after you
I lost myself
Looking for you

But then, you just ignored me
Yet you just seem uninterested in me
Oh, you wanted me to be
I never wanted to be

But I never lose you
You lost me
I never lost you
Cause you just let me

Go, oh, let me go
Oh, Adrian
You just let me go
Oh, Adrian

I honestly don’t know where to start.
I don’t know which of the many thoughts troubling my mind I should talk about first. But there’s one thing I’m sure of—I need to lay this all out.

Let me begin with a question:
“Is it always going to be Ate?”

Is it always going to be Ate who has to adjust?
The one who’s always given the chores in this family?
This and that—reasons I no longer know if they’re even valid. But sure, fine, I’ll agree. Just to end the conversation. So we don’t have to drag it out any longer.

Is it always going to be Ate who sacrifices for the family?
Is Ate the only one who thinks of how to save money, how to prioritize what’s important—not luxuries, not personal wants, but you?
You first. I’ll be the last.

Is it always Ate who has to be the one to forgive and humble herself?
The one who takes on the responsibility, who does all the housework?
I know—I have siblings. But why does it always have to be me who moves first?
Why am I the only one who will take the initiative?
The one who thinks of what to cook?
Who does the laundry, washes the dishes, cleans the house?

I know it all by heart. You don’t even need to remind me. I don’t need to be told.
But what about you?
What happens if one day, our parents are no longer here?
What if we, siblings, were the only one left?

Will Ate still be the one who teaches and disciplines you?
Back when I was your age, I was already aware of my responsibilities.
But now, what’s happened?
It’s like you’re being swallowed whole by your screens. There’s no initiative. No concern for your surroundings.

Maybe you’ve forgotten—Ate is human, too.
I’m not a robot. I wasn’t made just to follow orders.
I get tired. I get hurt.
I have feelings, too.

I hope you understand that.
That I also have my own life to attend to.
I’m not a servant who exists to follow commands.
I don’t need to be paid to do what you ask, because no amount of coins or rest will ever truly give me the break I’ve been longing for.

Tired? I can endure that. I can survive with only a few hours of sleep. I can juggle work. But what did I get in return? I got sick. I lost an adrenal gland, and no amount of money you hand to me can make up for that.

Exhaustion and sleep deprivation? I had to deal with both. Instant noodles and barely any nutritious food—that’s what nearly killed me. Coke and coffee replaced my water. Watching over our sick grandmother became my daily routine.

It’s not that I don’t know how to be thankful.
It’s not that I’m ungrateful or that I don’t have a sense of debt for what you’ve done for me.
The debt I carry in my heart for a lifetime can’t be repaid with silver, gold, or money—
But with lifelong honor and respect, for bringing me into this world and for raising me. For never abandoning me.

You never heard me complain.
You never saw me throw a tantrum.
You never heard me explain or reason out—because deep down, I know your minds and ears are closed if ever I try to express how I feel.

I understand. I know you get tired too.
But my exhaustion is different.
No amount of sleep, pillows, or beds can fix this.
Because sometimes, even in sleep, my mind is still noisy.
The only cure I long for in my aching solitude is peace, silence, and the shore. That’s all I want.

That’s all for now.

With love,
Ate :)

The only games I play are the ones you won’t— not for lack of skill, but fear of a fair fight.

No sleight of hand, no silver-tongued deceit, no victory stolen in the dark.

So, play true, or don’t play at all.

So take your best shot. I know you thrive in poker, where the stakes are built on bluffs and the win lies in sleight of hand.

But I don’t play at the table. I don’t sit and exchange pleasantries with hypocrites— the ones who wear virtue like a mask, saints when you’re watching, but serpents when you turn away.

Their whispers weave rumors, their tongues sharpened with lies. Smiles in daylight, daggers in the dark.

I don’t play their game. I don’t sit. I don’t bow. And I don’t break.
I take my aim at the target, pull back the string, steady the breath, and send my victory straight to the center— no gamble, no guess— just a bull’s-eye.

Because even the devil plays this ******* game to claim your soul. But I, on the other hand, plays fair by deeds and redemption, forgiveness and having constant communication, faith and belief in God. Only he is deserving of claiming my soul.

Praise the one who set me free—from everything that cages and shackles me.

I like it when you smile
I get so happy
When you talk to me
Even just for a while

You remember little details of me
Your Mom was so much closer to me
I wonder how you would feel
That this feeling I feel is real

I have prayed so hard to God
That You would come along my way
I knew it was the will of God
For me to hear you say

Just stay, stay here with me
Even just for today
I want you to see
That you're the only one for me

Your eyes were like stars
Look how they shine so bright
When you look at me
When you stare at me

Your voice is like an angel I long to hear
Right now, I wish you were here
Who knows what I fear?
To slip you away, my dear

It was like my whole world's already in front of me
It was like my answered prayers' already in front of me
You are like a distant star
Look how you shine so bright

Save me, save me from drowning
I'm slowly falling
Falling deep into you
Falling deep into an ocean of love

And I am deeply in love
Deeply in love with you

I'm afraid to lose you
Even though you're not even mine
But I'll be fine
It's just that I am missing you

Every love song reminds me of you
Loving you was like breathing
But never interested enough to stop breathing
Cause every beat of my heart is calling you

If life weighs you down
Bring yourself up once again;

Don't scare the **** out of me now—Because I might send you back to where you actually came from.

You thought a little kiss and tell would hurt me—Nah. I was never wired for that. I was programmed like I am some kind of robot, but they failed to do so. You see, I am not easily brainwashed by anyone.

You thought I need you, no. You need me. Period. I don't need anything less ******* coming from you, you got something you need from me—and that's it.

A little debt of gratitude can help you get by—but it seems that paying you for a lifetime comes with a price. An unpaid debt doesn't always work like that, honey.

One-sided love, he’s not my first
I’m the devilish one, he’s the angelic burst
Different yet the same,
Every time he whispers my name.

It must be bad karma,
What I did to everyone before
That’s why I walk alone—
But I’m not lonely,
I’m alive with a strange, quiet joy.

Perhaps this is good karma,
He’s my blessing in disguise,
Maybe the angel who drifts from the skies.

No horns adorn me,
No thorns crown my head
No halo hovers above—
I’ll simply say hello.

No wooden staff to guide me,
No golden calf to worship,
No wings to lift me above the clouds,
Yet I’m happy enough to weep.

I cannot part seas,
Cannot reach the farthest shore,
Cannot cross oceans or tread on water,
Cannot perform miracles.

But I hope you’ll see,
I am not who I was before,
I drifted like the wind for a time,
And the oracle whispered of this hour.

Revenge is not yours to begin with,
Your pain and emotions are valid
But what you're planning to do is invalid.

Play your cards right.

I do not mind being a villain in your story. Let the pages call me wicked, cruel, the darkness you fear.

For you are a clown in mine, juggling lies and hollow gestures, a spectacle that entertains no one but yourself.

I do not mind being a witch in your story either. Call me what you will, label me, mock me, paint me as the nightmare you dread.

For you are a puppet on a string in mine, dancing to your own foolishness while thinking the world bends to your whim.

Whatever you throw at me returns—tenfold, precise, inevitable. Whatever malice you craft in secret boomerangs straight back to you.

Do not curse at me. Do not spit your envy in my direction. Karma, that quiet and relentless force, will handle it.

I am patient. I am quiet. I am the eye of the storm you never see coming, the calm that hides the coming reckoning.

Your insults, your whispers, your envy—they are nothing but echoes in a cavern where I am the only presence that matters.

I do not need your approval. I do not need your applause. I am the story you cannot control, the narrative that refuses to bend beneath your lies.

I do not fight for recognition, nor for revenge. I fight for myself, for clarity, for the elegance of knowing who I am.

I smile quietly, the smirk of inevitability curling at the corners of my lips—not joy, not malice, but the knowledge that all will be revealed in time.

Your clownish antics amuse me. They teach me. They show me exactly what I refuse to be.

I watch. I measure. I allow your poison to linger, heavy in the air, before it returns to its sender, multiplied.

I am the shadow in the corners of your mind, the whisper behind your shoulder, the echo of your conscience you pretend not to hear.

You think you control fate? You think you can shape reality with your small hands? I move with a purpose you cannot see.

Do not curse me. Your spells are weak, your intent hollow. The universe bends to justice, not your malice.

Each curse you cast returns, multiplied, as if the heavens themselves are laughing at your hubris.

I am the calm before the storm, the smirk on lips that no one dares cross, the patient force that watches while the world collapses around fools.

I do not bend for comfort. I do not bow for approval. I do not soil my hands with the dirt of your envy.

I am the shadow that lingers long after the laughter has died, the quiet storm no one notices until it is too late.

You will continue to juggle your lies, but I have no hand in your tricks. I watch, calculating, waiting, knowing the weight of your deceit will fall.

I do not chase closure. I do not demand apology. I do not wait for recognition from those who will never understand me.

I am soft-spoken. I am still. I am deliberate. Every glance, every silence, every smirk is a choice, a lesson, a warning.

You can label me villain, demon, witch, misfit—whatever suits your fear. I embrace it. It is freedom, not condemnation.

For in your story, I am the nightmare you cannot escape. In mine, you are a farce, a folly, a reminder of how easily truth can be hidden beneath laughter.

You dance on stages built from arrogance, thinking the world applauds. I watch, silent, noting every stumble, every misstep.

I do not need to fight. I do not need to argue. I do not need to explain. My life, my path, my peace—they exist beyond your reach.

Your strings are tangled. Your puppetry fails. I do not pull them—you do, unknowingly, against yourself.

Let them whisper about me in fear or disgust; I am already beyond the reach of their petty judgments.

I am the storm that passes quietly, leaving ruin unnoticed until it is too late.

Your envy is a candle. I am the wind. You burn yourself while I watch, untouched.

I am patient. I am deliberate. I let your malice collect, weigh, and return to you exactly where it belongs.

I am soft-spoken, but my silence is a weapon. My calm is a force. My smirk is a reminder that every action comes with consequence.

I am the quiet inevitability, the reckoning you refused to see, the shadow that never leaves.

Call me villain, witch, misfit, storm—I do not mind. I am free. I am unshakable. I am untouchable.

You are the clown, the puppet, the fool, and yet you strut like a king, blind to the truths you cannot see.

I do not mind. Let the story paint me dark, let it whisper my name in fear. I am the calm, the storm, the shadow, and the smirk waiting at the edge of your world.

And in the end, every curse you cast, every malice you harbor, every string you pull—it finds its home, tenfold, in the story that is yours alone.

Know when to leave the table. That’s the first rule they never teach you. Sometimes, the people around you don’t deserve your time, your voice, your presence. You linger too long, hoping for gratitude that will never come. And in the process, you lose pieces of yourself.

When respect is no longer served, when loyalty is shallow, when intentions are crooked, you owe it to yourself to walk away. You do not negotiate with indifference. You do not barter with someone who cannot see your value.

Remember the night of the Last Supper. Jesus sat at the table, breaking bread with His disciples. He knew one would betray Him. Judas was there, smiling, nodding, pretending. Yet Jesus did not chase him. He did not plead. He merely acknowledged the truth. “Truly I tell you, one of you will betray me” (Matthew 26:21). That awareness did not weaken Him—it prepared Him.

Sometimes you must prepare yourself the same way. Recognize the betrayal before it fully lands. Know the people around you who will stab in silence, who will take advantage of your generosity, your kindness, your patience.

You do not need to fight for crumbs while others feast. You do not need to shrink yourself, dim your light, or silence your voice so others can feel comfortable. Your dignity is not negotiable. Your value is not up for debate.

Some will act as if your patience is weakness. They will test you, **** you, see how far they can push before you snap. But you are not a toy. You are not a placeholder. You are not an option.

Sometimes the bravest act is silence. Sometimes the strongest act is leaving without looking back. Let them wonder why you’re gone. Let them feel the absence they never valued. Let them sit with the emptiness they created.

Jesus knew betrayal would happen, but He didn’t stop living. He didn’t let Judas’s intentions define Him. And neither should you. Let the ones who betray you reveal themselves fully, so you know exactly what you’re walking away from.

Walking away is not cowardice. Walking away is clarity. Walking away is strength disguised as silence. It is the quiet assertion of your worth, a refusal to settle for less than you deserve.

Some people will accuse you of abandoning them. Some will claim you’re too proud or too sensitive. They will try to guilt you back into the chaos. But the truth is simple: you have merely chosen survival over drama, self-respect over manipulation.

Do not linger for explanations that will never come. Do not wait for apologies that will never be offered. Respect is not granted by words—it is earned, and when it is absent, it is no longer yours to negotiate.

Sit at tables that recognize your value. Sit where your voice matters. Sit with people who understand that your presence is not a given, but a gift. And if those tables do not exist yet, stand anyway. Walk anyway. You will find them eventually.

Some betrayals hurt deeply because you believed in someone who didn’t deserve belief. That pain is proof that you are human, that you care, that you love. But it is also proof that you are wise enough to recognize when the table is poisoned.

Do not be afraid to leave quietly. Do not feel guilty for stepping away. Sometimes, walking out is the only way to preserve your integrity, your sanity, your heart.

When you step away, walk tall. Walk unshaken. Let the absence of your presence speak louder than anything you could ever say. People notice when respect is gone, even if they never admit it.

You cannot force loyalty. You cannot manufacture gratitude. You cannot demand kindness. All you can do is honor yourself, and sometimes, that requires walking away.

Remember, even Jesus knew when to face the betrayal and when to accept it. Even He knew that some would never recognize His value until it was too late. There is power in that knowledge. There is peace in that clarity.

So leave the table. Leave the arguments, the manipulation, the empty apologies, and the hollow smiles. You do not belong there anymore. You never did, not really.

And when you walk away, carry your head high. Carry your heart intact. Carry the lesson that some people never deserved a seat at your table, and that is not your failing—it is theirs.

Know your worth. Protect your soul. Walk away from those who do not see your light. And when they finally realize, it will be too late. Because you have already chosen yourself.

I met God in the quiet corners of my room
I met him in my most sad and low energy moments
I met him when I am alone and lonely
I met him when I am depressed
I met him through his still voice
He is within me, so I will not fail.

I realized that I can do the impossible things
Because God made the impossible things possible
So put your faith and worry in him, Do your best because God will do the rest.

God is the author of my success. The author of my triumph and victory. My alpha and omega.

AYNA DENISSE MESTIO MONCENILLA, LPT
Batch May 23, 2025

"It's your breath in our lungs"
"When you still breath in your lungs, you are not yet done"

How great are you Lord!

The sky is breathtakin’
I feel like stargazin’
Capturing moments of you
Observing every move of you

Looking at your smile
While relaxing in the isle
I got this kind of healthy love
No one could ever get enough

When tough times arise
Like waves they fall or rise
Just know that I will always be here for you
I will always love you in all shades of you

I still want you
I still love you even if you hurt me
I still want you even if you are mean to me
Nobody’s perfect and we aren’t perfect, love

black curly hair, big brown eyes
tall, dark and handsome, fine man
he was my everything,
and he was mine and I am hers

we first met on social media
stayed late at night until midnight
until he fell asleep on me
I got mad though, but it was fine
I got a fling, but he never talked to me anymore
Instead, that guy invested his time on me

I only saw him as an older brother, at first
because he was the same age as my brother
we went on for a few more days, until he confessed to me
he said I love you first and I said I love you back in return

until we became a couple
we had our first fight, as if we were fighting trying to prove anything
we had our first date as a couple
we met in August of 2022 then
Little by little we started seeing each other,
Our bonding is always about eating
Have fun and stroll the city

In January of 2023, he met my family
I was busy with my internship
While he was busy with work
Until I graduated, we had our first cool off
A time to rest and take things off
Until we got back together again,
And opened our first business venture
And I rested from work, I was diagnosed with conn's syndrome

In 2024, I got my surgery and had my adrenal gland removed
I enrolled in review centers, took the board exam and passed it by May of 2025

We had our second cool off by 2025 of March,
But that time, I realized I wanna get married to you
You proposed to me and as we planned our intimate wedding
And the rest is history....

In our fun-filled love of three years and three months, our sole foundation of love is God.

I cannot wait to be your Mrs. Aquino ❤️

I'm letting you go
I'm setting you free,
It's not you because it's me
I love you but this is goodbye;
I just want to let you know
I love you goodbye.

I never stopped loving you
It was you who chose to walk away,
I never stopped aporoaching you
It was you who went away;

I am so confused
Our set-up was so infused
That's why bridges should be burned
And tables should have turned

I am way too good for you
You are no good for me
You will just take me for granted
And then leave me unattended

Do I have to notice you first and aporoach you
Just to let you know that I will be here for you
But I won't be that girl any longer
Who would stay by your side forever

That's why I need to let go of your hand
I hope you understand
As i walk far away, I hope you close your eyes
And wipe away the tears falling from your eyes.

cat got your tongue?
her tongue is venomous when triggered,
her tears are her serum
she might rip your heart, when she speaks harshly without thinking
experience is her best teacher
scared of a little threat? nah. all her life, she is living in a threat
you can't scare her, she might taunt you
try it, point a gun on her head, she might do the favor and pull the trigger for you.
she is fearless when mad, don't test her limits.
she is kind when you are kind, rude when you are
don't be mad, she just mirrors what you do
scared to taste the bitterness of your own medicine?
she is just warming up, she was never in the exciting part yet
we were still here in the rising action, waiting for your fall like
of Babylon
if she wants to, she would...
like, she jumped out of the fence to run away
she ran away from home and never returned once again
she is a rebel but a softhearted one
she chose to be like that, for the cruel world is like that

I have loved you enough
Not to pursue you yet
Cause not all that I see
Is what I get

Oh, I don't want to regret
So, I'd rather forget

Ooh, the words you said
Keeps on messing in my head
Ooh, the things we both did
Keeps on running in my head

But if you would ask me
I would answer right away
I would be yours
I'd like to be called yours


Ooh, this time is ours
This love is ours
If you would ask me
I'll be here to stay

father, are you scared of your own kind?
maybe you forgot about it, perhaps.
let me refresh your memory for you...
I thought I was your favorite, your little innocent girl
but I was sexually abused, took advantage by a guy
after that, you disgust me
I thought you accepted me for who I was
but I was misunderstood.
are you afraid of me? you created the monster out of me,
and I am that monster you created
fear not. I am not a weapon.
I am not a murderer.
I am a child, seeking for attention and love. once.
who needs a gun when I can turn my pain into words,
I hope they bleed you, rip your heart apart
you left me in pain for a year and a half in a prison
because you cannot control me. not anymore.
you cannot brainwash me. no more.
you asked me, "how did this sweet girl grew up to be a heartless horrid creature?"
but I was never born, I was created. I was a monster by painful experiences.
"Go to hell" oh bruh, where did you think I came from.
"There is a devil among us" fear not. do not be afraid by your kind, you mirror me for I am not a devil, but a monster.
Alas! I am everything you cannot control. remember that.
because I was once a child, an unwanted child. begging for her parents a time, a dime and attention.
woe! a second child I was, the path I walk on is all bumpy and steep
never straight and easier to walk on
I remember all of them. I remember the ***** they said, the ***** they do. If I spoke too soon, I'd be in a mental hospital by now.
sane or not. this is the old me from years ago.

Is this day any different?—
But why does it seem like this night is different from any other night?

Snakes, they crawl and slither their silver tongue
Devil, taunts and mocks you, tricks you
High priests, think highly only of themselves
Judas thought his dignity can be bought in 30 silver coins
Pontius Pilate assumes that washing of his hands can never be accomplices with  people, he was innocent but they taunt him.
Hypocrisy says otherwise, blasphemy is only for the weak
The proof is right in front of you, but you denied me three times.
It's the ungrateful people that betrayed Him was saved.
It is the truth they knew and heard but they deafened in silence.

A bad joke. It is not something to laugh at.
Plead guilty of something he never did.

A sinful man was freed, in exchange for the Son of God to be crucified by the mankind.
Where are your manners? Are you not grateful for the things he did for us?

To be saved from our sins. It is done. It is paid. You should realize it sooner or later that God's love is unconditional and amazing.

Look at me, stare into my eyes and never look away
Hold my hand and hug me close
Then hear what I have to say
Love, it’s you I couldn’t bear to lose

I've been waiting for a long time
To be somebody's prayer
I have looked everywhere for a long time
But here you are now and you have answered my prayer

I can't find the right words to say:
How grateful I am of having you
You are God’s blessing and a living gift to me
To have someone like you

Through our ups and downs, you have loved me
And I am glad that you chose to stay

Some people search their whole lives to find what I found in you
And nothing's ever going to change the way I feel for you
Cause you gave me feelings I cannot put into words
But as they say action speaks louder than words

Cause a glimpse of you is all I ever yearned
I know your love is earned
But thank you, for making me feel loved
Because for me, you are enough to be loved

I still love you
I still miss you
I still want you
I still need you

Love me and look into my eyes
Cause love, you made me crazier all the time
Touch me now as I close my eyes
Cause I miss you all the time

You made me choose
Don't worry, cause you're the one I'd always choose

You’re the missing piece who'll complete me
And I have already found a love for me
Look at me and stare into my eyes and never look away
Hold my hand and hug me close then hear what I have to say
Be by my side, hold my hand and hug me close then stay with me

Lights low. A figure sits on the edge of a bed, voice soft, breaking, like glass under pressure.

Support.
It’s just a seven-letter word, right?
But to me… it feels like a hundred.
Each letter soaked in the weight of all the times I needed comfort
and got correction instead.

You say you support me.
But scolding came first.
Nagging came first.
The yap-yap-yap before I could even breathe.

Sometimes… I don’t feel it at all.
Because your actions—
they don’t match your words.

You said, “I’m here.”
But you weren’t.
Not really.
You were there to judge.
There to lecture.
There to remind me of everything I wasn’t.

And maybe that’s the truth people don’t like to say out loud—
Parents don’t really know their children.
Not the real version.
Not the bleeding, breaking, buried parts.

You think you know me?
You think I just use my phone for nothing?
To waste time?
Because I’m lazy?
You said I have no dreams…
no goals to chase.

But did you know I applied for work—
and got rejected?
No.
You didn’t know.
Because you never asked.
You just assumed.

You just told me I’m picky with jobs I want.
You didn’t know the struggles I went through.
Didn’t see the nights I stayed up rewriting resumes.
Didn’t hear the silence after every “we regret to inform you.”
You blamed me for your suggestions when they failed.
Like it was my fault they didn’t work.
You blamed the outcome without seeing the effort.
You saw the tears—
but you didn’t ask why they were falling.

You think you know everything.
Well, you’re wrong.

Did you know I got bullied in school?
Yes, I told you—once.
And you said, “Just let them be.”
Let them bully me?
Really?
Is that what support looks like to you?

Did you know I cried myself to sleep most nights?
No.
Because I made sure to cry quietly.
Because every time I showed weakness,
I got blamed for it.

And now…
I have a heart that’s enlarged.
A real condition.
A heart that’s sick,
because I cried in silence for so long,
my body started breaking
before you even noticed I was hurting.

Support?
You say it’s love.
But love that hurts like this—
isn’t love.

So I’m asking—
no, begging:

Can you love your child without yapping, please?
Can you hug her…
just hug her…
without a sigh,
without complaints?

Because she’s tired.
Not just her body—
her soul is tired, too.

Seven letters.
But for me…
it still feels like a hundred.

Support is... doing it without hesitations. not with lots of words to say.

It's not Hell if you like the way it burns, you're right. It comforts me. To see you suffer there. You never listened to me anyway. so, good luck finding your way back to let them forgive you.

I didn’t know why you got me so addicted to you
Your presence is all I ever yearned for
I’m not like this before
I was so in love with you

You made me feel like this
Crazier with you
You made me love you like this
Head over heels for you

You are my bad habit to break
You are both good and bad for my health
Your love is my wealth
You’re the best choice I make

You got me drunk in your love
It got me so in love
You got me intoxicated in your presence
It made me sad feeling your absence

It made me never wanna leave your side
Please make me your bride
I’d do anything to keep you mine forever
At least we’d be together

Got me addicted to you like a drug
Baby, your love is like a drug