One of the thousand messages says I’m lost
Ten states that I woke up late
Seventeen proclaims I’m on my way
One message I’d like to keep
One message I’d longed for
If I’d delete them all, it may help me move on
It may help me let go.
It may or may not,
Still and always will be my call.
Let this phone bear no memory...
if it wasn't for a quarrel i wouldn't have found out notes and drafts for works,
maybe its a blessing to delete all the contents of my phone...
one by one..
madramang letting go moment. mga 3 hours din yun.
i'm happy for the memories and nothing can prove that aside from myself.
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