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Tuesday, October 12, 20045:27 PM
i need a fren, who can dry my tears when i cry.
i need a fren, who can laugh at my stupid jokes.
i need a fren, to give me a comforting hug, if ever i'm troubled.
i need a fren, to tell me off, if ever i'm off limits.
i need a fren, to help me get back on my feet, if i fall.

i need this fren, for everything else dat a fren is all abt.

but, where r u?/
mayb u hav appeared in my life.
but i still havent notice?/ or mayb the time is not right yet?/
or mayb we havent even cross paths yet?/

hm.. although i've said dat i dun believe in best fren. but doesnt mean i dun want one. right.?/

life's meaning:

when it does not exist in your life, you don't think about it.
when it appears, you assume it is a gift.
and you try to relish it, attempt to understand it,
and even seek to become part of it.
then you began to question it, doubt it, dread it and can't wait to trash it.
before you can learn to treasure it,
suddenly you lose it.
then you regret it and blame yourself for it.
wondering why in the world did you do it.
but before you realise, you slowly not miss it
and finally forget about it.
and it does not exist anymore.
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