by: Josie Alexa Bautista One, two, three, can’t count the tears that continuously falling down on her cheeks. One,two, three, can’t count the times where she was so down. One, two three, As I step into this door, I hope I am not late at all.
Broken. We are all a little broken. We all have troubles, faults, and doubts. We are human. But like used batteries, we can recharge and have powers again.
by: Josie Alexa Bautista One, two, three, can’t count the tears that continuously falling down on her cheeks. One,two, three, can’t count the times where she was so down. One, two three, As I step into this door, I hope I am not late at all.