We could have been out hunting,
Instead you went with your dog.
We would go out ball playing,
Running around like a douche bag.
I would be there with you sitting
For i don't want to run around
We would walk with hands, holding,
In Baguio City, we did.
I can always buy bread at those stores,
We went far like kilometers.
To eat baked breads,
Made of day-old breads.
You might not agree on things I come up with,
But the first one to laugh at my antics.
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