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Syafiqah Emran
I'm a cookie which is born out of a dough, and was being sent into an oven. My mother made me a chocolate cookie so that people would like me. I'm delicious, people liked me alot. But my destiny is very cruel. I found out that i'm born to be eaten. I'm helpless and afraid. But when i knew that i will bring people's happiness, i'm not that scared already. So i decided to sacrifice myself to make people happy. Cause i know i'm the best.

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Bygones

It wasnt easy for me to accept this simple truth Teenage Rebellion My Last Breath If you cant be a miracle,be one continuation,, Dont be afraid to face the world. ... Let me trust you by dawn I know i've never reach your expectation I can stand what i know.Its what I dont know that ... No other man, Just you Wherever you are


The Pain
Wednesday, November 25, 2009

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It’s time for me to let out everything. I could not carry this burden by myself. I tried so hard to keep it to myself and not burst it out again, but I failed. It has been a year since I kept this feeling to myself even though many had heard it repeatedly. I tried so hard to officially vanish him off from my life, but I swear, I could not. Every inch of me is aching and I do not know how to escape this pain. The pain is excruciating, as if a million knifes stabbing my heart repeatedly. The reason is all that I could not muster up the courage to accept that he left me.


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