Pain in the ARMS
PAIN IN THE ArmS.
my arms still aches after carrying a pile of woods from a.s. to the gym. melvin massage it for two consecutive days but theres no improvement i cant move my arms normally because i’m afraid it might be broken. i dont know if its muscle pain or its my joints.
LOOSE ARMS.
hindi ko alam if i’m doing the right thing but i dont want to tighten my relationships with other people coz at the end what it seems to be their attitude is 90% fake. ayoko lang abutin ng dismaya ulit. sometimes, your ready to give your helping hand arms wide open but at the end of the road, there are no credits or anything that shows gratitude, nevertheless, you’ll feel so abused by the treatment you have given them.
the bad thing is that the one you never thought would do that will actually be your worst abuser.
then youll think about it for awhile, after a long run, you will realize that you’re “THE USED”.
ARM PITS.
just when you thought you found the person who will walk around with you for a long time, arms beside eachother and holding each others hands was quite romantic. but… as you walk along the road there are deep hollow pits that anytime could swallow you or drag you into deep until you can no longer shout for help. what else can happen? expect the unexpected or you might just be another victim of the crime. i am a victim right now of unrecognizable fear. he pushed me through this thin road surrounded by pits. i think he didnt know i was hanging on by the thin branch. he cant hear me shout, you know why? he was busy doing his so-called-priorities. all along before we got into this mountain of regrets, he was careful. he never leave me behind or push me aside. right now, i’m invincible. if i survive this fearful pits by myself i think i will be doing fine without the people who lets me down.
kARMa.
i have decided to be quiet and ignore whatever people thinks about me. on the first place, theyre not the ones who keep me going through life but myself. what goes around comes around…
shhhhh… be quiet and ignore.
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