flawed.
always.
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Ishak Johari. 18 this year. 19 next year. 20 two years after. 21 three years.. Ah,you get the point.
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Thursday, 2 July 2009
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AngelAs my surroundings blacken,
And fear creeps into my heart,
I yearn for your light,
To give brightness to this darkness,
For which I am afraid of.
I’d like you to spread your wings,
And cover me from Gaiea,
Or maybe take me away with you.
To someplace where finally can we be,
Together.
Forever.
Away from sounds please,
For they do not cheer me like they used to.
Away from the sights, I beg you.
For now it blinds me more than it should have.
Take me someplace,
Where I can here myself cry,
Or maybe to a place,
Where I’ll be happy till I die.
My dear sweet angel,
Take me with you as you fly,
And there’s no need to ask why.
You know the reason yourself,
Oh, I’m sure you know for yourself.
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And yeah,that's my first poem in three weeks.
No updates I think.
O levels are near,so I should literally have a boring life.
Oh,and I've improved with my English marks.
Which is not really surprising in my books.
Verbal abuse still continuing.
I think they are waiting for me to die actually.
My friends,stay with me.
Miss A,I think I need you more than ever.Stay with me.
That's all.
Andalusians,you are not allowed to tag till further notice.
Wait,let's upgrade that to Irsyadians with the exception of Miss A.
Simple rule.
@ 9:48 pm