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

02 July 2008 | 7:17:00 PM
Warwick Avenue

Sometimes I feel as if the world is against me.
When you see all the backs facing you,
And you feel like you're being ignored.

That's when I'm hardest hit.
And I'll start to fall into pieces.
And when the heart can't take it.
The river starts flowing from my eyes.

It's been a rough journey this year.
Just a few more weeks until I'm all cleared.
Until R's cleared...

You never seem to be there for me.
I was when you needed me.
You weren't when I needed you.
It's just that I feel used, not appreciated.
My heart feels heavy and it cannot take it anymore.
But my mind's staying positive about it.

Well I'm sure I was never first in your list of priorities.
A Levels, family, friends... and then there's me, at the end of the line.
Logically, one would give up.
But, I know everything that you're going through ain't easy either.

I'm going to ignore the fact that you keep ignoring my messages.
Because my friends have ugly thoughts of you.
And I never want to have that thoughts about you.
You ignore, I'll ignore;
Maybe that is how the world works best.
For both you and me.

This, I am telling you, comes from this beating broken heart.
I'll wait at this end of the line, hoping I'll have you only for the rest of my life.



I fathom I screwed up A Level orals today.
I wanted to seek comfort from you, but then...

Sigh.

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