This City Ain't the Same Without You
August. It is August and I find myself in Manila.
The rain woke me, sounding eerily like machine guns firing all over my neighborhood, a war raging outside my window. Everyday since August began, just like this. Then I realize how the year is almost over.
I had my heart strung out against two continents twice this year - the beginning of the year ( Read more... )
The rain woke me, sounding eerily like machine guns firing all over my neighborhood, a war raging outside my window. Everyday since August began, just like this. Then I realize how the year is almost over.
I had my heart strung out against two continents twice this year - the beginning of the year ( Read more... )
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