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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, January 21, 2012

boY N gIRL

by Qiena Abd Halim

Boy: I`m sorry. I didn't mean too.
Girl: Your sorry!? Sorry doesn't fix anything. Sorry doesn't heal my broken heart. Sorry doesn't mean anything when you keep throwing the word around. I want you to prove to me that you want me in your life. Because honestly I'm sick of trying.

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