Siya.
She looked at herself in the mirror during the night, when the moon was red and bright. She saw someone else, someone who looked just like her, with eyes so tired and mad, it could pierce through anything and anyone, to be frank.
She wasn't fully aware of the implications these brought, of what might have happened if they had fought. Then she realized it might be time to face the music and come out of the hideout, to play the part no one else dared to want, and finally see that it is the only key.
It wasn't too late, and never actually, in her case. She can and will survive this epidemic of losing oneself in the process of finding it in familiar places with familiar faces whom she genuinely thought she knew well enough to a point, but actually only at a point, because honestly, she never did at all.
She has been feeling lost for quite some time now, and it has been weighing her down a few inches, but not enough to reach 6 feet deep. Indeed, she could confirm that it was a tiring conquest, fighting to get past the bullshit and pettiness of each passing hour, sometimes even minutes or worse, seconds, just to see what lies beneath it all.
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Pero tangina, di madaling mabuhay at malito nang sabay.
Minsan, sa sobrang hindi mo maintindihan kung paano lalagyan ng saysay lahat ng nangyayari, mapipilitan ka na lang mag-imbento ng dahilan para lang magkaroon ng katapusan lahat ng tanong na di nagpapatulog sa'yo nang mahimbing sa gabi.
