They may have bound my wrists,
but my hands remained open.
They may have weakened my knees,
but I can still run through the hills.
They may have gagged my mouth,
but my voice is just as loud.
They may have bent me over,
but I'm still standing proud
and all that we've given we've never lost.
- Fairytale (Louise and Juan Miguel)
BINABASA MO ANG
How We Unravel
General FictionWarning: this story contains dark theme about depression, sex, violence, and language that may trigger emotional trauma to people who experienced the same. Read at your own risk. Beauty is a gift from God, or so they say. Bethany Chaleir De Vera lea...
