I don't believe in magic
I used to live in tragic
I don't believe in fairytales
I believe in sad endings
BINABASA MO ANG
Where memories live
PoetryDo our memories even exist? We make them but it doesn't last forever. Where do our memories go? Is there a certain place where they can live forever and never forgotten? Our mind and heart are connected to each other. We love to remember things...
Magic
I don't believe in magic
I used to live in tragic
I don't believe in fairytales
I believe in sad endings