It's been a good time.
A long time coming.
Bloglagioh, where the stories unfold,
A quiet voice once, now brave and bold.
It’s been a good time — laughter and pain,
Moments poured out like sun and rain.
Each post a window, a secret, a spark,
Lighting up corners once silent and dark.
Words stitched in midnight, truths told in rhyme,
It’s been a good time, it’s been a climb.
Thoughts once tangled now clear and wide,
Laid out in honesty, nothing to hide.
It’s been a long time — but the fire still burns,
A cycle of leaving, then always returns.
Pages that echo with youth and regret,
With jokes we outgrew and dreams unmet.
But still, we write — not for the fame,
But for the freedom in naming a name.
We carry the weight of what we once knew,
And let it evolve as all real things do.
The screen still waits, the words still call,
It's been a long time, but not the last at all.
So here we stand, older, but whole,
Every line written shaped our soul.
Bloglagioh — not just a phrase,
But a time machine lost in a digital haze.
We laughed, we screamed, we spoke our mind,
In blog-shaped bottles, meaning to find.
It’s been a good time, it’s been a long time too,
And still we return, with something new.
Because some voices, once freed, won't rest —
They echo forever, from deep in our chest.
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