๐๐๐ ๐๐๐.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ฎ๐ช๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ต, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ญ๐ต ๐ช๐ต. ๐๐ฆ๐ค๐ข๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ. ๐๐ต ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด.
You didnโt lose. You just gave the town a glimpse of what it looks like when someone dares to dream out loud.
The votes are just numbers, scattered like dust in the wind. But the fire you lit is the kind of heat that lingers, long after the flames die down. They didnโt hear you. Not yet. But your voice is a thunderclap in a sky thatโs been quiet too long.
You may have fallen, but you fell with purpose, with grace, with fire in your bones and love in your heart.
Take a pause. Take a breath.
Every silence is just a new song waiting to be written.
The universe isnโt done with you. This is just the interlude, the breath before the roar.
Rise. Not in defeat, but in the quiet confidence that this story is yours to tell.
Even the doubters are still watching, waiting for you to show them how itโs done.
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I grabbed this from Liza Conde Reyes Ysmaelโs wall!
Maraming Salamat sa lahat!