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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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Thursday, September 16, 2010

A Doll

by Qiena Abd Halim

i'm just a sad marionette trapped inside a happy clown. how long i need to put a mask and show my poker face before they realized the truth.i'm tired hiding my true self using my mask.i need my own space but have no place to run,no place to hide.like a puppet,they let people controlling them,using them,abuse them and still there they r..showing a poker face ,sometimes with a fake smile the put on their face..




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