the things i want to have. the person i want to be. the ideas i wish everyone could hear. the passages i would really want to end. the accidents that have been happening. the predictions that's beyond reality. i want to be free, free of judgment, free of ridicule. i want to be myself, be true and nothing more. i want to be with you, hold you in my arm until i die. i want to die smiling, so the world will know how happy my life had been.
haha, sa puerta de isabel andameng kalokohang naiisip ng mga bakla wakhak, c akibitch kc eh...
posted by -filibustero- @ 8:56 PM
the things i want to have. the person i want to be. the ideas i wish everyone could hear. the passages i would really want to end. the accidents that have been happening. the predictions that's beyond reality. i want to be free, free of judgment, free of ridicule. i want to be myself, be true and nothing more. i want to be with you, hold you in my arm until i die. i want to die smiling, so the world will know how happy my life had been.
i am one of the elite. i am the chosen one. no one dares to touch my cloak. i am immortal and yet my eyes are full of tears, i am vulnerable, i am weak. i am the true master of death
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