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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.
03 April 2010 | 7:59:00 PM

Sometimes I want to have a reason to believe that you're still there for me.
Sometimes it feels like I'm the only one holding on to the other end of the thread, not wanting to let go.

Because I'm afraid.
And no one seemed to understand this.

Even tears won't do the trick but I'm crying.
Because there are no words nor languages that could describe the wretched feeling I'm in now.

Everything's easier said than done.
I don't want to argue with you anymore, best friend.
Because you're right all along and I surrender.