Love is fucked up.
Not only is it screwy, but intriguingly messy at the rate of permanent.
It would've been the lesser devil if the clutters were like Crayola stains on the wall -- something I could wipe off. Or broken glass I'd sweep off the cold floor.
I would honestly settle for anything I could fix with my hands.But not pain. Not this pain
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heard: "if it isn't complicated, he probably isn't your soulmate."
hang in there, candy. *hug*
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Faith bebs, have faith. Kung nakaya ko, mas lalong makakaya mo.
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