I am in no position to tell you everything that you only wanted to hear. I care for you like my own. I don't know where everything got dysfunctional. I do not know at which point did you surrender. It's not like everything was easy for me too.
Saw this letter in between the pages of my notebook. It is apparently addressed to someone named John. The paper looks old so it must've been from the yesteryears. It is my handwriting but you know what's the scary part? I do not recall anyone with that name. Did I write this for John Lloyd Cruz? LOL Did I copy this from elsewhere? Was I scribble dreaming?
Aaaah. Who the hell are you, John? And why did I have to write such intimate words for you?
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