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Cold breeze of air touches my skin as I hastily drive my motorcycle.
City lights in the dark blue atmosphere of the night is indeed a great scenario.

I usually do things like this, I mean strolling with Zapdos, my motorcycle in the night 'till sunrise.

Ito lang ang tanging bagay na nakaka pagpalimot sa mga problema ko.
Well, atleast for a while.

I stopped my motorcycle when I noticed something unusual.
A lady in a hospital gown sitting on the gutter of the street.
Her long hair covers her face.
It gives me chills, damn.
It's already 11 pm!
Baka mamaya engkanto o ligaw na kaluluwa pala 'to!

She ran and immediately blocked my path as I was about to drive past her.

"Ano ba'ng problema mo Miss?!"
Sigaw ko, muntikan na akong sumemplang!
Gastu, wala pa naman akong pang paayos kay Zapdos pag nagkataon.

"Please"
She said, exposing her face with a porcelain like texture, nagulat ako ng bigla niyang hawakan ang kamay ko.

"Please give me a ride"
she said with a teary eyes,

in that time I felt that somewhere,

somehow,

we are...

we are alike.

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