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Syahrul Naem Bin Jailani
150991
Aspiring Architect/Fashion Designer
I just want to make my parents proud, that's all.
27 April 2008 | 6:26:00 PM
Unwritten

It's a cycle to begin with.
A cycle of heartaches and tears.
I'm strong enough, to hold on a little bit longer.

I just needed your assurance.
You never messaged me since two weeks ago.
What happened to us, your promise?

You needed your time off.
That's what they are telling me all the time.
But they are not in my shoes.
I'm human too, not a spare tyre to be used.

But sometimes, I break down like yesterday.
It's hard to keep up, managing smiles and holding back tears.
If only I was a machine, I'll self-destruct.




If this fails, I'll leave.
Bruised and used.
I'll never be the same.
The memories will stay.

And this is for you too.

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