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I am not a word. I am not a line. I am not a girl that can ever be defined. Don't u worry ur pretty little mind, ppl throw rocks at things that shine

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This Blog BELONG TO Qiena Abd Halim ...i just want u to know that this is My Space,My Place,My bLog,so i have right to write anything that i want,when i want that relate to my life.I'm have no intention to embarrass anyone as i do not mention ur real's name..so if you feel annoyed or don't like what i'm already posting,u can get outta here.another reminder to all reader,i'm admit that i used harsh words to express my feeling because this is me. if you hate it, just close my page and dont read it ..

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Saturday, September 12, 2009

SOmetImes..

by Qiena Abd Halim

The love we make
The tears we cry
Sometimes they're just not real
The heart we break
The wounds we make
Sometimes they just don't heal
The things we say
The things we hear
Sometimes they're not real
The thing we touch
The thing we feel
Sometimes they're just not real
Hey, so thank you
For being with me every day
In my tears
For filling in the empty yearning in me
So thank you
For just filling in this emptiness in me
Thank you for caring for me from in my tears


lyric from songs entitled tokyo n tq =p..

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