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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.
06 June 2008 | 8:35:00 PM
Love Song

Thanks a million R.
Thanks for forgetting.
Thanks for bringing up my hope.
Thanks for ignoring me.
Thanks for not replying me.
Just thanks a lot.


And this is why I'm afraid of falling in love.
I can never make it through relationships.
Thanks for everything.

You made me cry twice today.
I'm locked away in my room now.
I'll refuse to eat (note: I haven't eaten since lunch)
I'm not talking to anyone.
If this is how it feels like being in suicidal depression, then...

I know you're going to read this.
Sorry just won't work for a second time.

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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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