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The sun had barely risen, casting a warm glow over the bustling streets of Manila. I sat by the window, sipping my coffee, lost in the rhythm of the city's heartbeat. It had been less than five months since I vowed to move on, to leave the past behind like a discarded shell on the beach. But the tides of life had a way of pulling me back, reminding me that some scars run deeper than the ocean's depths.


I thought it would be easy, that the pain would fade like a fleeting dream. How naive I was, to think that the wounds could heal so quickly. I had forgotten one crucial thing about myself – I clung to memories like a shipwrecked sailor clinging to driftwood, desperate for something to keep me afloat.


The pain had become a part of me, woven into the fabric of my existence. Relieving myself of it would be like trying to stop breathing – an impossible feat. And so, here I was, nearing the halfway mark of what I thought was emancipation, but in reality, it was a journey through uncharted waters, with baggage still weighing me down.


It was a blessing, then, that I had found solace in my blog. A safe haven where I could release the emotions that had been bottled up for far too long. No longer did I have to keep everything locked away, a prisoner in my own mind. The words flowed like a gentle stream, carrying with them the weight of a thousand untold stories.


As I gazed out at the bustling city, I knew that the road ahead would be paved with more "emo" moments, as I navigated the treacherous terrain of healing. But I was ready, armed with my pen and the knowledge that, even in the darkest of nights, the sun would eventually rise again.


So, bear with me, dear reader, as I piece together the shattered fragments of my soul. For in the end, it is through the cracks that the light shines through, illuminating the path to a brighter tomorrow.
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