selamat hari raya aidilfitri everyone! forgiveness is asked. i know i make mistakes.
for the tragedy that just happened, for those who know and those do not know to find out. i am terribly disheartened to do it, another failed timeline. oh well, i don't have time to openly grieve about it. if someone see me crying, well they'll start to cry. and my aim, is to spread smiles all over right? it is a god forsaken responsibility! please try to understand that i have my expections, and i really hate the way it went. memories will keep on coming, i swear. as a friend/brother, i'll do what i do best. making you smile, and good memories is on your way.
finally, i felt the blood boil. the unsurpass happiness, of hari raya. i cannot wait, to wear my baju kurung. and meet my family, the whole BIG lot of them. when i mean big, i really mean BIG. my mum, in total has 10 blood brothers and sisters. left with 8, and she also has 13 step sisters and brothers, if i am not wrong luhh. but that already makes 23, and i know it is a number above 20. and yes, my ranking in the family has already reach grandfather. it is a complicating story, but it is the truth. oh well. what to do. at least i am not old yet.
i wrote this some time ago, i don't know if anyone read it before. just to end this post yeah?
Paranoia, hits me random. Why do i have, these empty thoughts. Don't i have enough, to think and ponder. Crazy they drive me, these thoughts are deluding. I worry too much, carefree i want to be. Like my brothers and sisters, whenever i am with. But then again, we know an outing. Means keeping each other happy, and smile. But then AGAIN, we all have time to listen to the tears. That flow each time, the world hurts us all. I always, and always. Carry a burden, the weight of the world. On my feeble shoulders, my weak legs support me. Teach me a lesson, tell me a story. Set me free, send me flying. And i will roam free, as a bird. All accredited to you.
selamat hari raya aidilfitri everyone! forgiveness is asked. i know i make mistakes.
for the tragedy that just happened, for those who know and those do not know to find out. i am terribly disheartened to do it, another failed timeline. oh well, i don't have time to openly grieve about it. if someone see me crying, well they'll start to cry. and my aim, is to spread smiles all over right? it is a god forsaken responsibility! please try to understand that i have my expections, and i really hate the way it went. memories will keep on coming, i swear. as a friend/brother, i'll do what i do best. making you smile, and good memories is on your way.
finally, i felt the blood boil. the unsurpass happiness, of hari raya. i cannot wait, to wear my baju kurung. and meet my family, the whole BIG lot of them. when i mean big, i really mean BIG. my mum, in total has 10 blood brothers and sisters. left with 8, and she also has 13 step sisters and brothers, if i am not wrong luhh. but that already makes 23, and i know it is a number above 20. and yes, my ranking in the family has already reach grandfather. it is a complicating story, but it is the truth. oh well. what to do. at least i am not old yet.
i wrote this some time ago, i don't know if anyone read it before. just to end this post yeah?
Paranoia, hits me random. Why do i have, these empty thoughts. Don't i have enough, to think and ponder. Crazy they drive me, these thoughts are deluding. I worry too much, carefree i want to be. Like my brothers and sisters, whenever i am with. But then again, we know an outing. Means keeping each other happy, and smile. But then AGAIN, we all have time to listen to the tears. That flow each time, the world hurts us all. I always, and always. Carry a burden, the weight of the world. On my feeble shoulders, my weak legs support me. Teach me a lesson, tell me a story. Set me free, send me flying. And i will roam free, as a bird. All accredited to you.
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