When stranger feels like a family

Everyone has a secret to confess, a secret that only can be shared with strangers. Where prejudice is not a matter anymore.

An escapism

At last, I found it here :-)

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Lives with a strong will

Qaisy Imani sangat tabah. Dia buta sebelah mata disebabkan ikan lain terlampau ganas. Ekor pun semakin pendek. Tapi dia tak risau. Lama-lama ekor tu akan tumbuh kembali. Macam rambut manusia yang tak henti-henti tumbuh. Dan dia pun tak henti-henti berusaha untuk terus hidup.

Saya nak jadi kuat macam Qaisy Imani.

-suka hati je bagi nama Qaisy Imani kat ikan orang

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I can't post anywhere but here

For the time being, I 'berhelah' to someones as I'm afraid to share the truth. Breaking people's heart is something I want to get rid of.

I'm mad like hell at people. I don't like them. But at the same time I don't want to burst it out. An angry heart is a door for satan. So I tried to ignore them as how tough I could do. I isolated myself from the people because looking at the faces nonetheless would rise the feeling of hatred towards them.

I lied. Too many lies I told them. It seems that lie is my new language.

And I never regret it. Escapism is what I'm looking for right now.

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A silent rage

Zee Avi - First of the Gang to Die 

You have never been in love,

Until you've seen the stars,

reflect in the resevoirs

And you have never been in love,

Until you've seen the dawn rise,

behind the home for the blind

We are the pretty petty thieves,

And you're standing on our street..

...where Hector was the first of the gang

with a gun in his hand

and the first to do time

the first of the gang to die. Oh my.

Hector was the first of the gang

with a gun in his hand

and the first to do time

the first of the gang to die. Oh my.

You have never been in love,

Until you've seen the sunlight thrown

over smashed human bones

We are the pretty petty thieves,

And you're standing on our street..

...where Hector was the first of the gang

with a gun in his hand

and the first to do time

the first of the gang to die.
Such a silly boy.

Hector was the first of the gang

with a gun in his hand

and a bullet in his gullet

and the first lost lad to go under the sod.

And he stole from the rich and the poor

and the not-very-rich and the very poor

and he stole all hearts away

he stole all hearts away

"... With My Lethal Eye!" by Steve Mitchell