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She said out loud facing the audience "Yes" they screamed " So Adure madame,the mic is yours" Hmmmm I'm not sure I can do this anymore , memories of us just kept popping in my head ,"breath breath,calm down" I muttered to my self ,I took a deep breath ,my hands clasped together .the studio was so quiet now ,I sighed again and after a few moment of silence I finally spoke up " Look into my eyes and tell me you don't love me" these were his last statement to me before we parted

The poem is titled 'SPEAK TO YOURSELF' and it reads thus. ******************************************************* How often do you converse with yourself? How often do you speak to yourself? How often do you listen to yourself when no one is speaking? How often do you minister to yourself? How often do you truly embrace yourself, your pain, your flaws, your truth, your fears... SPEAK TO YOURSELF Say to yourself.... "Though I am shattered and bereaved and I might wither with the wind but like seeds, I can sprout out of the ground, new and better. "

"Just let me be who I am It's what you really need to understand And I hope so hard for the pain to go away And it's torturing me, but I can't break free So, I cried and cried but just won't get it out The silent scream" Mas pinapanigan niyo siya. Mga unfair kayo. "My silent scream" pagtatapos ko ng kanta. Tingin niyo iiyak ako dito?! Never! Never akong iiyak sa isang public place. Aaminin ko gusto ko ng umiyak. Pero, hindi, hindi dito sa lugar na 'to.

No one has ever truly loved me, and no one ever will. I walk slowly and quietly in the woods; it is so quiet that only the breaking of sticks under our feet can be heard. “You can go back now. I won’t come back. Why will I?” I mutter, then increase my pace. “I’m better off on my own, I don’t need… I don’t…” I slump on the ground, tears flowing freely from my eyes. “Keep walking,” one of them says. I stand up, clear my eyes, and keep walking. After all, that is the only thing I can do.

Harmony I was trying to prevent myself from shaking while I was staring at my laptop. I don’t know what to feel about a post on Friendbook related to me. While I was trying to calm down, I continued to stare at a photo posted with a mocking caption. It was me, standing on a stage while in the midst of holding back my tears. The caption says, "Wow, look at your dumb rich girl stuttering through a debate. Is that all you can do? "

she added quietly. Silence. Then Blue spoke softly. “You’re not nothing.” Ammie didn’t respond immediately. Blue continued. “You hear me? You are NOT nothing. Not to him. Not to anyone.” Ammie swallowed slightly. “…I don’t feel like it.” Blue’s voice softened. “Then stop staying where you feel small.” That line stayed. Long. Heavy. --- Ammie looked out the window. “…I don’t know what I’m doing anymore,” she whispered.

“I chose him.” “And now you don’t have that choice.” The words hit harder than anything else. Because they strip everything down to one truth. He’s not here. And I am. Alone. My hands curl into fists. Trembling. Not weak. Not helpless. Something else. Something darker. “I’m still here,” I whisper. “Yes.” “I’m still standing.” Barely. “But I am.” The space responds. Subtly. Like it’s listening. Like it’s waiting.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Dear K, I wrote all these words for you. Just these words, nothing less, nothing more. Just these words on these papers, Never said out loud, never to reach your ears. I wrote them down because I need you to understand something. Everyone else can read it and they won't know a single thing. Because I only meant these words for you. Just these words. Just here. Just you. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

My pupils dilated as the bottoms of my eyes warmed up and my breathing became more relaxed. Diba, you're still preoccupied with yourself, despite the fact that everything you brought was wrecked. I'm not quite sure what you're thinking about right now. " Only you and yourself are here; there is nothing else. Can you please refrain from behaving in this manner? All I want is for you to be happy. I can meet all of your requirements and supply you with anything you desire. I am able to provide "Why aren't you expressing love?" He remained silent for a moment before turning away from me.

I exhale slowly, the weight settling fully now. Not uncertain. Not afraid. Just… committed. And under my breath quiet enough that no one else hears it I say the only thing that fits what I’ve just done. “If this burns… it burns on my terms.”