Last night as I was on my bed, staring at the ceiling (for the nth time), I took time to think of the life that I had. It's been quite some time since I last stayed in my home, and I actually miss my pamangkins, no matter how kulit they are.
Even though I am healthy, it felt as though I losing the will, the reason, to live. I'm not afraid to die, because I already did before. And that even changed my life forever.
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i hope you feel like this anymore, losing the will to live ... think of all the sex you're gonna miss!! hahaha
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