Beggars Roam this Planet

And I am one of them.

With a witty tongue and a light streak of confidence, I can easily smooth talk a good number of Rich Old Men to open their wallet and spare me a bill. Too bad I’m not in this for the money. Nor I’m in it for some love, no sir.

I am begging for mercy. For pity. For a chance. The last one I’ll ever beg for. If I fail yet again, I’ll leave and never come back.

I’m tired. My eyes are sleepy. Yet my heart is hoping that there is still something left for me.

How can I be so stupid to waste all those chances back then?

I’m screwed big time if I don’t win this game of luck.

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Whatever. Dinosaurs no longer exist. Your time’s long over, my dear. So keep your pathetic little world out of this dimension and stick to running your own circus out of my jurisdiction.

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Namimis ko yung gitara ko. May gusto kasi akong alayan ng kantang “ang pag-ibig kong ito… luha ang tanging nakamit buhat sayo”. Haha.

Hay, alam mo namang mahal na mahal kita at hindi kita iiwan. Pero lagi mo pa rin akong pinapaiyak. UP, tama na please. Gusto ko namang maging maligaya sa piling mo. Kahit sa konting panahon na lang. Pagradweytin mo naman ako.