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Huh no I'm not gonna write a curse word. But if you wanna tell someone you love them MAHAL KITA is not enough. It should be INIIBIG KITA NANG WALANG KAPANTAY NA ANUMAN DAHIL IKAW ANG NAGBIBIGAY-KAHULUGAN SA BAWAT SANDALI NA NAGIGING MALIGAYA AKO AT NAGBIBIGAY NG PAG-ASA NA MALALAMPASAN KO ANG MGA MALULUNGKOT NA ARAW. (i love you with a kind of love that is incomparable to anything in this world because you give meaning to every moment that i feel happiness and the hope to overcome loneliness)
Jan 16, 2025

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