May 22, 2005
Capital Sin
Glice, please save me. You are the only one who could comprehend my lucidity. Please, come here and save me.
Ana, I'm sorry if I am unable to carry your millstone. I have my own share of grief. And as much as you wished to breathe your last, I wish I never breathe.
Ronilo, my everdearest Ronilo... Look at me now. Look at me seventy nine days after you left me. Look at me decline little by little. How could you ever think that I could live without you?
WRITTEN BY RONY AT
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