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Narealize ko lang while grieving sa pagkamatay ni Shan (OYE by Gwy) that life's really unfair. At first nagagalit ako kasi 'di deserve ni Ke at Shan yun. They've been through a lot pero kasi in reality, hindi maiiwasan yung ganun. Injustice really kills innocent people. I remembered why I read gwy's story in the first place. The glimpse of reality was in her works.

It was a great story after all.

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Time heals. It always does.

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In the end, She's still alone. In her darkest hours, no one's willing to stay with her. In her coldest nights, it's her own tears warms her. In the end, She's still alone :>

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 Hindi mabubuo ang isang magandang larawan kung iisang pigura lamang ang makikita rito. Kinakailangan mayroong dalawa o tatlong elemento na nagtatalo upang mapaganda at maging agaw atensyon ang isang sining. Maikukumpara ko ang mga tao sa isang sining na maraming elemento dahil lahat tayo ay may kanya-kanyang ganda at tema. Nagiging repleksyon ng ating pagkatao ang mga nakikitang kombinasyon ng kulay, hugis, guhit, at iba pang elemento. Ang kombinasyong nakikita rito ang nabubuo sa isang magandang obra.

 Lahat tayo ay may iba't ibang hugis at kulay na siyang nag papatingkad sa ating personalidad. Lahat tayo ay may sari-sariling tema, ganda, at interpretasyon. Katulad ng isang sining, ang may likha lamang ang labis na nakakikilala sa obrang ito. Ang naglikha lamang ang nakakikita ng mga bagay na hindi nakikita ng mga nakikitingin lamang dito.Tayo ay isang obra ng sarili nating mga kamay. Mayroon mang hindi magandang makita ang mga tumitingin, alam natin sa ating mga sarili na parte ito ng isang magandang sining.

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RANDOM #1

She is a girl who lives alone. She’s 18, but she seems like doesn’t afraid of being an adult. She’s responsible enough to handle things around her, but she’s still an 18-year-old who wants to have fun, make mistakes, and learn from it. She’s seems fine at a distance. Even when you talk to her, but look at her eyes. It is full of unsaid thoughts. It is empty and  dark. Those eyes used to share light to others. Those eyes used to see the good in every situation. Her smile used to lighten up the mood, but now, that same eyes cry every night, the lips who used to smile was used to stop the sound of her cry. Her eyes are full of  unsaid stories. She’s not the girl you really know.