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Akala ko kasi di ka mapapagod kasi naiintindihan mo ako sabi mo. Pero bakit ganito

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Putanginang buhay to

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Sana masaya kayo

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It's getting darker everyday.

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Losing you is the worst pain I have ever felt. As much as I pray that the tears I shed would bring you back, they never do. So I am left sitting here wondering how we got here. How did everything fall apart? How was it that you just left? In a blink of an eye, you were gone.

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If I say that things are hard with a crying face

Will it really get better?

If I cry and say it hurts, who will have a harder time?

Everyone will be fine.

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“I was never really insane except on occasions where my heart was touched.”

— Edgar Allan Poe

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Minsan talag gusto ko na lang maging patatas

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Sometimes I'm just sad about how relatively ugly I am..

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Losing my mom on the day of Mother's day brought me a different kind of pain. A pain that I can feel the moment I wake up until the minute I fall asleep. Keeping myself busy isn't working already. All I wanna do is sleep, because in my dreams I can still have the chance of holding and hugging her the way I used to.

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The death of love

Love in its natural state is eternal but not immortal. Love can die if it is killed. And there are so many ways to kill it. For something so strong it can also be very fragile. We know a thousand ways to kill it, whether slow or fast. We strangle it with chains and drown it with resentment. It freezes with indifference and with long silences. It is poisoned with lies and selfishness. It starves when it lacks hugs, sweet words and caresses. It is beaten to death with irresponsibility, disrespect and cruelty. The sad truth is that we are born trained assassins. Some of us fight against the darkness that is lurking within us, looking for an opportunity to go out and find someone to sink its teeth into. Learning to love is something that no one taught us, although it is something that every human being longs to have, but in order to have, one must learn to give. But we only learn only if we want, only if we open our eyes and are willing to see what we recognize as examples and follow them and the truth is that in this world there are no longer as many as there once were. We lose the notion of what it is, we complicate it so much with our expectations, with our chaotic and tangled thoughts. I wish we could always be like children at least in this, that we could love innocently. Someone , after breaking my heart, called me a naive girl but you know it didn’t hurt because I refuse to let go of that part of me. That part that still wants to believe in love, that wants to give the whole heart, just because it can, just because it still has faith.

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Me han acusado de escribir para enamorar y nada puede estar mas lejos de la verdad. Yo amo y por eso escribo, no al reves. Y es que si me lees sabras lo que hay en mi corazon, lo que palpita en mi ser. Sabrias el torrente de emocion que no se puede contener, el puro amor que brota sin cesar y no escribo para enamorar. Escribo porque el amor y el romance lo llevo en el corazon. Porque estoy completo, porque me inunda el amor. Porque estoy enamorado de la vida, porque estoy enamorado del amor. Porque es tan natural para mi como el respirar, y como puedo evitar que de los poros salga a contemplar el mundo que lo hace vibrar? Si tu los haces tuyos y los tomas para ti no me acuses de ningun mal. Pues solo sientes un facsímil de lo que en mi hay. No te culpo. Muchos no saben distinguir entre lo ajeno y lo propio cuando son palabras que resuenan con el lenguaje universal. El amor llama al vacio para poder llenar. No me culpes por ser lo que el Universo en mi deposito pues contengo el alma de mundo para que veas en mis versos, tu ser reflejar , el amor al que debes aspirar. Y lo que sale de mi no lo puedo controlar, es indomable, una ola de sinceridad. No creas que lo hago con cualquier otra intencion mas que el mostrar lo que es el amor sincero, nacido en el silencio de una alma que es noche y a la vez paz, aroma de soledad, un suspiro de amor en la oscuridad.

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I have been accused of writing to make you fall in love and nothing could be further from the truth. I love and that's why I write, not the other way around. And if you read me you will know what is in my heart, what throbs in my being. You would know the torrent of emotion that cannot be contained, the pure love that bursts forth without ceasing and I do not write to make fall in love. I write because love and romance are in my heart. I am complete in myself and that is why love floods my being because I am in love with life, because I am in love with love. Because it is as natural to me as breathing, and how can I prevent it from exuding from my pores coming out to contemplate the world that makes it tremble? If you make them yours and take them for yourself, don't accuse me of any evil. For you only feel a facsimile of what is in me. I do not blame you. Many do not know how to distinguish between what is foreign and what is their own when they are words that resonate with the universal language. Love calls the void to be able to fill it. Do not blame me for being what the Universe deposited in me because I contain the soul of the world so that you see in my verses, in your being reflected, the love to which you must aspire. What comes out of me I cannot control, it is an indomitable wave of sincerity. Do not think I do it with any other intention than to show what is sincere love, born in the silence of a soul that is night and at the same time peace, that is aroma of loneliness, a sigh of love in the dark.

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Hopeful Letter for Hopeless Lovers

Darling:

My voice is lost inside a bitter storm of inconsistent memories. No matter how hard i’ve tried to look beyond those spoken words that have pledged an eternal love to me, far beyond the boundaries of time and space, I feel unworthy of such devotion. I am less than you deserve. We both know it. It is a shortcoming of mine to want more than I can give, which always turns out to be less than you deserve.

You are everything.

I don’t know where we began. Was it a memory of days gone by, brought upon by a fevered dream full of everlasting ecstacy where the rains would fall upon your radiant face, streaming down to your waiting lips, which whispered my name in an endless crescendo, yearning to be kissed? Maybe from a future time when feeling gave rise to an impromptu eulogy of lovers gone, now forgotten, as you said goodbye and welcomed me into your lonely space.

The heart’s embrace that binds me to all of your effervescent poetry is remiss to all that has happened, all that has been said and done, and turned away having been spurned by the tragedy that love is not everlasting. Passion is a fire that can burn and die if not tempered, and your melodramatic promises refuse to hold you close to me. I yearn to be set free to go beyond all that I have been and will be. As particles of light travel through all that is and will ever be, so shall I, in order to reach the ultimate moment of purity. Once there, may you remember that I have given all that I am and given up all that I was for the simple promise that I will be a better man because of you.

Only then will I be able to look you in the eyes and have you understand that this life I give, this undying love, was not for you. It was for me. Once I reach that pinnacle in life, whether it take me a year, a lifetime, or forever and a day, the end result will be the same.

Take my hand and know that infinity shall pass, but my heart is yours. Nothing matters and the world can fall away. I may be broken, I may be shattered, I may be dust particles in space. In time, we’ll be united in Hope and Love and these worn hands shall be yours to hold for the first time again.

-H. Murcia             4/25/2020          4:48 PM

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If you have anything close to a love that makes you happy, hold it. Never let it go. Work on it. Know the worth of what you have. There's just so few of you, you know? Guard yourselves. Protect your love. From the hate of this world. From the ill omens, the jealous eyes, the "you-are-better-off-alone" soul sistas, you're not. You're not, ok? We all know it. Doesn't it feel great to be asked how our day was?  You're kidding if you say self love is better than that. But only some of us got it.  the rest of us must just learn to love ourselves. Because it's simple. We didn't win the lottery. So we work hard. We work our asses off until we are happy. All by ourselves. Without anyone else. Despite anyone else

Get this straight, @thethoughtfulbitch

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Love does not stop for these strange troubling times. Does it make our love more desperate? A little bit more mad? A little more reckless for time? The thought of an uncertain tomorrow is oxygen to a flame that already burns bright. We hug closer to our chest these fragile mayfly lives we love so much not knowing when they will fly. The fear is there, I will not lie, because I love you so much, and a world where you are gone I cannot even dare to imagine what that would look like and yet I know that I cannot kill you by holding you close when you need to do your duty to the world. So I pray, every day angels keep you safe, my world, my hero that now has also becomed the world's.

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Inspired by all of you heroes that go out every day and put yourselves in the frontlines for us and for your families, friends and loves who let you go out the front door every day all too aware of the cost. We honor you.

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“you should stop treating love like it’s science or an equation to figure out. you’ll be mad by the end of it. here’s what you need to know: (i) it’s not perfect, (ii) most of the time it’s not beautiful, (iii) most times it’s not returned, no matter how much you give in advance. (iv) it grows (v) and it dies like any living creature. (vi) it requires changes, sacrifices, affirmations. (vii) not to be followed blindly.”

— aumirah