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This one is for you ✉️ [email protected]

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why I no longer write you love poems:

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you only knew my body, not my story.

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i scared you off huh

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I know we decided to finally put an end to whatever we had but I still can’t help but think of you. I still remember you in things I see, hear, and smell all throughout the day. I’m writing this instead cause I wont’t forgive myself if I message you again. Oh god, I miss you.

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This one’s for you, S.

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I have been asked numerous times what my favorite song is, but with the sound of how you said my name that night, it feels like I’m now a hundred percent certain that your voice is my answer.

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Writers must’ve taken their time searching for words to describe how falling in love feels like, and I think it’s different with you. When we first met you said that you’d want me to fall for you. Let me tell how you’re failing because to be honest, this feels more like flying.

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It's scares me when I feel too much but then I know it's scarier when I don't feel anything at all.

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You are my difference. Take away everything and you'll be the one left.

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Really thought we could work things out.

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ay gago di pala ko nasa main kung ano ano rineretweet ko HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA

[mark geronimo @markgeronimo_]

oh to be in this crowd huhu 🥺🥺�

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I can't get too excited about this.

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i have loved you or maybe just a fragmented version of you that i made up so I guess I'm all to blame that you didn't live up to those expectations.

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i gave myself my own closure

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Ahh, it's i-miss-you-balik-na-tayo-sa-dati o'clock.

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I guess the smokescreen has subsided and now I'm left with nothing but the thought of us.