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Syahrul Naem Bin Jailani
150991
Aspiring Architect/Fashion Designer
I just want to make my parents proud, that's all.

17 September 2006 | 6:10:00 PM
A tribute to my friend

Rain.
It's as if you know what I'm feeling.
It's as if you felt what I felt.
It's as if you were telling me something.


I know you're saying something.
Hold on to that tears, don't break away.
There's more to life that have not been astray.
I guess you're right.
I guess you're true.


But my heart feels heavy with emotions trapped inside.
It's not like I want it to stay.
But whenever I pour out my feelings, a different meaning comes out from it.
I shout, I scream, I even cut my skin.
It's wrong, I know.
Do you know, you don't.


Rain.
Thanks for your cheer.
I pretty much appreciate it.
I love you, you know.
I know you know that.


Rain.
Don't go, stay with me.
Keep me company for at least another minute.
Wet my face, soak my clothes.
Drained the emotions from my soul.


I hear your footsteps, once you go.