Simplicity is my power. Vulnerability is by downfall. Anger is my gas for revenge. Life is my salvation. Many have deceived me; but I have deceived more. Behind these innocent eyes lies my lust that killed the hearts of the kindest people I know. I nurse my own heart, I rejoice my own victory. I hate vanity, but longs to be injected with it. I'm not perfect nor ideal. I am my own monster in many ways. I bear, I agonize, I rejoice, I sing. These are my words. My world. My life. Nothing more.
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Pagpaparaya
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A Love's Melody
In the middle of a crowd full of faces
I see myself imprisoned with your stare
Your arms wrapped around me
H...
The Tree Across My Mother's Grave
A short story about a girl who after seeing the man of her dreams at a funeral will kill anyone in order to s...