an old poem (or prose) about the first (and hopefully not the last) time i fall, i mean, experienced fall
the moral of the story (if there is any): "kapag ang dating langit sa puso mo ay bilanggo ka, mahalin mo sya sa huling pagkakataon - pagkatapos, bitaw na." (severo, 2016-ish) (when what used to be heaven in your heart became your new prison, love them for the last time - and then, let go.) for when you let go of what no longer wants you, you create space for what's meant to be (anon., unknown)
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