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Fizah Norazmi
This is only half of my life in words

Fizah
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Wednesday, February 23, 2011


"Everytime i look at the moon, it reminds me of you. To me, the moon is you. Always lighting up the dark side of my life."


sounds familiar ? i'll give you a hint. its not from me. sometimes i feel depreciated and belittled. cause people doesnt seem to appreciate my presence. its either they took advantage of me and my feelings or they just pretend like i dont exist at all. i tried to make people happy, even if it means losing my own happiness. i was there when someone needed a friend but when i needed a shoulder to cry on or just simply a hug, i dont receive any especially from the people i expect the most. sorry, if im just someone you could live without, but i didnt asked to be born in this world. if i had a choice, i'd rather not exist.
i'm smiling
In my heart