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I came into the battle field unarmed
Walking barefoot, eyes closed, across a knot.
While you are busy reading this article, try mo rin makinig sa episode namin:
Running from bullets— afraid to be harmed
Yearning for thy love yet wounded I got.
How long must I bleed? ‘til my soul worn out?
If sorrow and pain were a signs of brave,
Would catch a bullet for you, there’s no doubt.
still— you shoot me with the bullets I gave.
You aim at my heart and tear it apart
How odd to fall for someone so hellish
That made me lose my mind and messed my heart
Call me foolish for you are my solace
Deep cut wounds eventually heals by far,
What it left us is a permanent scar.
