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Tried to take a picture; Of love
I wanna fill this new frame; But it's Empty
Lost in my own imaginary world
FN
I wanna fill this new frame; But it's Empty
The Lost Princess--
Thoughts of a plain jane
Lost in my own imaginary world
FN
Tried to write a letter; In ink
I've got a peice of paper; But it's Empty
This isn't the beginning of a new chapter in my life; this is the beginning of a new book. The first book is already closed, ended and tossed into the seas. Rather than turning the page, it's much easier to just throw the book away. Like some other people, they love to read that old book over and over again - even how much it hurts you. But not me. I'm not strong enough. Everytime I look back and grieve over the past for it's gone, the tears will surely drop. Dropping without thinking how bad my eyes will look like. And my heart's pounding faster than usual.
Yes, its all because of the other half. The one that makes your world go round. Having that one person that we can share our love, its like you found you other half, which you-don't-know was actually missing. Everything feels right. But when talking about the-other-half, things aren't easy as you can think. Hmm.
I'm going to tell you a story - story of mine. It's not a beautifully scripted story like what you watch on television, not a tale of a once-in-a-lifetime like what you always got from Nicholas Sparks and not a grand, destined love story like what William Shakespeare wrote for us during the past centuries. It's just a real-love story that changed me - and changing me a lot.
I may be not a good story-teller, like Ben Sherwood, Jodi Picoult, Nicholas Sparks or Stephenie Meyer. But I will try my best to make you understand and bring all of you into my world.
I've got a peice of paper; But it's Empty
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Monday, March 25, 2013 ( 7:46 AM )
This isn't the beginning of a new chapter in my life; this is the beginning of a new book. The first book is already closed, ended and tossed into the seas. Rather than turning the page, it's much easier to just throw the book away. Like some other people, they love to read that old book over and over again - even how much it hurts you. But not me. I'm not strong enough. Everytime I look back and grieve over the past for it's gone, the tears will surely drop. Dropping without thinking how bad my eyes will look like. And my heart's pounding faster than usual.
Yes, its all because of the other half. The one that makes your world go round. Having that one person that we can share our love, its like you found you other half, which you-don't-know was actually missing. Everything feels right. But when talking about the-other-half, things aren't easy as you can think. Hmm.
I'm going to tell you a story - story of mine. It's not a beautifully scripted story like what you watch on television, not a tale of a once-in-a-lifetime like what you always got from Nicholas Sparks and not a grand, destined love story like what William Shakespeare wrote for us during the past centuries. It's just a real-love story that changed me - and changing me a lot.
I may be not a good story-teller, like Ben Sherwood, Jodi Picoult, Nicholas Sparks or Stephenie Meyer. But I will try my best to make you understand and bring all of you into my world.
If we; Should be getting under
These sheets; We could lie in this bed; But it's Empty
These sheets; We could lie in this bed; But it's Empty
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i think they call it freedom of speech
Maybe we're trying
Trying too hard; Maybe we're torn apart
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Nabiela Shahira
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Trying too hard; Maybe we're torn apart
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Adriana Syaira
Ima Ghazali
Amirul Hafiz
Asmawati Selamat
Azma Farhana
Diyana Natasha
Nabiela Shahira
Farah Faidah
Johan Radzi
W. N. Izzati
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Maybe the timing
Is beating our hearts; We're Empty
Your prince will come one day. He may not ride a white horse or live in a big castle but he will love you and only you.
SUPERMAN
Is beating our hearts; We're Empty
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Your prince will come one day. He may not ride a white horse or live in a big castle but he will love you and only you.
SUPERMAN