i miss talking in ilonggo. :'(
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all this stat is making my head spin.
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i hope everything will be okay. sooner better than later. but the way you're keeping at it, i better sit tight and wait. and i will do nothing, unless asked. sometimes you just have to let go. and the ones involved must be the ones to willingly seek resolution.
why do we help? is it the glory of helping? the sweet praises for the job accomplished? for the credit of bring one and one together? we help as an end in itself. right?
why do we bleed? so our bodies could learn how to clot? vasoconstriction. platelet plug. clotting factors. and the scars to serve as medals for overcoming the pain of failure.
why do we cry ourselves to sleep? is it crying saps us of our energy? is it a call, plea, for someone to hold us close while our ciliary glands run wild?
why do we love? because we want to talk about it with others? because it's the best feeling in the world? because it is a social contract? because it is a very marketable idea? because it is the nourishment of the soul and all that jazz? or is it because we simply do? and no matter what we say or do, it just is. another end. and yet so much more.
i wish i could love you freely. all the constraints absent. but i must learn to give up to gain so much more. but if a widow opens, must one jump through it, even if it really is a hoop on fire? i know this won't last. because you are hidden under the floorboards of the someone else's cottage. but your impression will be like a fingerprint seared on the bones of my soul.
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