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Friday, April 9, 2010
The Girl I Used To Be ; 7:54 AM

assalamualaikum

I tell myself that everything's going to be ok,
that there is no reason for all this pain.
The time it took to change, the time it took to
see all those mistakes.
The life I had, I can't have back. The choices I made,
affected me in all those ways.

The mistakes I made have not been forgotten.
The tears I shed, the sounds I made, the feelings
that left me feeling in a different way.
Yet I can't see why these tears feel so unreal.
I'm not the same, my words are unsaid.
What I hide, is buried deep inside.

To know, to love, to breathe.
It hurts to know that I'll never be the
girl I used to be. The one that would always laugh,
the one that you knew would always be strong.
The feeling is real, the truth is sealed.
I cry in the dark, cuz I know I cut too deep.

The blood is like the rain,
in every way it drifts away.
The scars are real, but the wounds in the heart
are another mark.
If you only knew what I've been through,
or maybe you could take a walk in my shoes.

I'm not fake, I'm not a doll,
I just don't think I'm the same in any way.
So where did my soul go?
Why did I ever let it runaway?
What happened to that girl?

The one that could make you laugh,
the one that would always take you out?
What happened to that girl,
cuz I'm lost without her?
I'm no longer me, the mistakes changed me,
but did they change her?
If only I would know.



yours truly
NAME:NUR SAKINAH

DOB:27 FEB 1991



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Friday, April 9, 2010
The Girl I Used To Be ; 7:54 AM

assalamualaikum

I tell myself that everything's going to be ok,
that there is no reason for all this pain.
The time it took to change, the time it took to
see all those mistakes.
The life I had, I can't have back. The choices I made,
affected me in all those ways.

The mistakes I made have not been forgotten.
The tears I shed, the sounds I made, the feelings
that left me feeling in a different way.
Yet I can't see why these tears feel so unreal.
I'm not the same, my words are unsaid.
What I hide, is buried deep inside.

To know, to love, to breathe.
It hurts to know that I'll never be the
girl I used to be. The one that would always laugh,
the one that you knew would always be strong.
The feeling is real, the truth is sealed.
I cry in the dark, cuz I know I cut too deep.

The blood is like the rain,
in every way it drifts away.
The scars are real, but the wounds in the heart
are another mark.
If you only knew what I've been through,
or maybe you could take a walk in my shoes.

I'm not fake, I'm not a doll,
I just don't think I'm the same in any way.
So where did my soul go?
Why did I ever let it runaway?
What happened to that girl?

The one that could make you laugh,
the one that would always take you out?
What happened to that girl,
cuz I'm lost without her?
I'm no longer me, the mistakes changed me,
but did they change her?
If only I would know.



yours truly
NAME:NUR SAKINAH

DOB:27 FEB 1991

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Life
is ful of colours, open your eyes and see them.



chat
Tagboard here. .

THE COLOURS
link here. Let the colours connect.

azri
emilyza
ezma
farah(cuz)
hidayat
izzdin
kak azie(cuz)
kak iena
kak nora(cuz)
lyeanna
ms sharifah(chr)
radiah
shaiful
siti(cuz)

extra

kak liza boutique
studiofrost
nurulaini
n2boutique
soda gembira
fashionloot
FABULOUS-ly
don't forget
Your archives; The unsaturated past.

January 2009
February 2009
March 2009
August 2009
October 2009
January 2010
February 2010
April 2010
November 2010

thank you
Your credits. Thank the colours in your life.

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