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i'm myles, 20 years old. a simple girl, who is dreaming to do extra ordinary things. a believer in love, in fairy tales and happy endings but had been hurt enough to see reality. i write poems and stories that reflects what i'm feeling, most of it about pains, sins and tragedies. not surprising, cause i'm a pain addict, i guess.
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Little turtle searching for that place
Where time stands still and everyone stays
Little turtle, have you found a home?
For you are loved and never alone.
Little turtle, nurse your broken heart
For there’s no going back to the start.
Little turtle, drowning in an ocean of pain
Let your tears wash away with the rain
Little turtle, aren’t you getting tired
Pretending you really never died inside?
Little turtle, stop reaching for the sun.
In her eyes, you belong in the ocean.
Little turtle lost at sea,
Rise above your misery.
Little turtle lost at sea,
Remember how it used to be.
Little turtle lost at sea,
You will be found… maybe.
Right now I want a word that describes the feeling that you get—a cold sick feeling, deep down inside—when you know something is happening that will change you, and you don’t want it to, but you cant stop it. And you know, for the first time, for the very first time, that there will now be a before and an after, a was and a will be. And that you will never again quite be the same person you were.
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It was James Soriano’s point of view because he was brought up that way, and that’s how he sees the Filipino language.
We should not judge his vision since we are not in his shoes, rather figure out why people like him see the Filipino language like that. Let’s face it: The better English article gets the approval, the better English speaker gets noticed, and the better English-speaking applicant gets hired.
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It’s a bit ironic, actually, receiving threats from people who call themselves Christians.
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Whenever someone talk crap about me, I was like:
But now when people talk shit about me, I’m like:
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sometimes we complain about the cross we bear not realizing that it’s preparing us for the dip in the road that God can see and we cannot…
Forever reblog.
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If you answered the same:
If you answered differently:
SO TRUE!
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