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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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Sunday, January 22, 2012

soudain, je pense à vous ..

by Qiena Abd Halim

What are we to do?..We’re both drifting apart.For us, could it be possible that it wasn’t love but just a deep attachment.For us, could it be possible that it wasn’t destiny but just an accident..I’m happy enough that we had those kinds of moments...I understand enough that all meetings have an end..I’m happy enough that there was that kind of laughter..It’s okay..I only miss you sometimes. Like when I wake up, and before I go to sleep. And when I hear a certain song, eat a certain food, or watch a certain movie. But yeah, it's only sometimes....


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