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Leaving sometimes isn't a matter of choice. It's coming back that is.

-patricia evangelista, blonde and blue eyes

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over junk

for striking emotions as if they were ebony and ivory keys
for never sparing me a night of self-induced k.OA.han slash drama
for endorsing tears
i know should be cursing you right now...

you lied.

kid. or joked. whatever.


but i am glad you did.

because by it,
i have found my way back to my pen.
and
i wouldn't have known how much you weighed.
here. inside.

thank you, my SB THTH.

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p.s
don't do it again, ha?
mamatai nako.
hehe

my heart just died

i have been gone for quite some time. i have traded my pen over pencils drafting health assessment forms, nursing care plans, soapies, hospital charts and all those nursing whatevers.
it hurts not to write. but it hurts more when you refuse the call to write over reasons of 'i just cant'.

he broke the news this morning.
that he won't be around tomorrow. and perhaps, for the days ahead. i was from head to toe wishing he'd take his words back. but he,too, was from head to toe wishing he could. my heart just died. and i am running out of better reasons to wake up in the morning.

that's why i came running back to my pen.
wishing that even for the least chances, writing could stitch whatever is torn.

AND

i am in between. again.

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save me.

stagnant

borrowing mcarthur's words...

"i shall return."

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watch out.