I suffer from despair.
From the depths of my unsung heart lay ruins of justice and salvation.
This plague that has driven even the most respectable people to insanity will never cease to end.
When will it stop?
When will my troubles end?
Glory is impossible, for the very authority you're trying to demolish is your own.
Why not accept it?
Why not simply admit defeat?
(dead air)
No.
The anguish is just too much to bear.
(moments later)
"Ate, nasaan na Fita ko?! Bili mo ko ng bago!"
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