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I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.

Sunday, September 13, 2015

Sana ang sorry ...

...  makakagamot ng sakit, makakabuo ng basag
...  makakapagpalimot
... mababago nya ang lahat, maibabalik sa dati na parang walang nangyari
... totoo, sincero
... mabisa talaga, sapat na makakapagpatawad, sapat na makakapagpalaya
... ginagawa, kahit mahirap, ng mga taong nakasakit
... tinatanggap, kahit mahirap, ng mga taong nasaktan.



The Perfect Score.  0/0.  Somebody jusz miszed all three parts.

















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