friend in a bottle and wall
I've forgotten who my real friends are.
I've reached a stage of confusion on whether I am happily living or just lavishly wanting any of it.
I once made a decision.
And it bored the stagnant in me.
I was a shopaholic. I was a drinker. My heart pumps so hard just the thought of those two. But then I dared to forget those as I seem to seek restfulness these past days.
But then friends are really friends.
I forgot I'm friends with San Miguel.
I forgot I'm in love with hanging clothes, shoes and bags.
I forgot to live my own life in my desire to live it, actually.
But then, guess who's back.
See you later.
I've reached a stage of confusion on whether I am happily living or just lavishly wanting any of it.
I once made a decision.
And it bored the stagnant in me.
I was a shopaholic. I was a drinker. My heart pumps so hard just the thought of those two. But then I dared to forget those as I seem to seek restfulness these past days.
But then friends are really friends.
I forgot I'm friends with San Miguel.
I forgot I'm in love with hanging clothes, shoes and bags.
I forgot to live my own life in my desire to live it, actually.
But then, guess who's back.
See you later.
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