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breakaway
You're Not Coming Back
Saturday, March 20, 2010 // 10:04 AM


My Life; I rule it my way, you got that?


I've been observing people these days. Noticing that people are getting hurt. Hurt because of Love. I've a friend that's going through the same situation as me- I wonder how can she still cry. After a few years, she's still crying. For I can cry no more, I cried too much because of you in the past. Sometimes, my mind went blank. It made me stare into space, like an idiot. Till Grandmama got me asking, asking about you. And I've to make it sound so perfect, to ensure that everything's okay. How much I hate this. I hate to pretend all the time, to put up an act.

I am on my own. Before this, you're the one that kept me going. You're the motive in life. Now I don't know what I'm living for. I was being imbecile. To believe you, to hold onto your words. Its just me, I loved you too much that I can't let go. You made me weak on my knees, the feeling was so strong. No matter what, I'm leaving it all to Him. The Greatest, One & Only.

5 times a day. I get myself up to pray, to seek Him for forgiveness and make me strong. To help me move on, to stand on my own and to make me realise. Realised that I live in His world for only a short time. Things that are revolving around me are only temporary. Might as well, I appreciate with what I have and think ahead. Everything is fated.



Ya Allah,
Engkaulah yang akan sentiasa berada di sisiku.
Bimbingilah aku.