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ayyu-story: February 2010
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Love is just a word,. Until someone comes along and gives it meaning. 9829; from my friend's notes ♥. Kami tahu, kalian para wanita sungguh sebenarnya menghargai usaha yang kami lakukan. dan yang kalian harus tau, kami selalu. Bersungguh-sungguh untuk orang yang kami sayangi! Hanya saja kami butuh kalian tersenyum ketika kami merasa lelah, hampir putus asa,. Dan sungguh kami akan kembali mngerjakan itu untuk kalian. semua! Kami akan diam sesaat, dan berpikir. Semua hanya karena kalian. Memasang tampang t...
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ayyu-story: Me?
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Indonesian, almost 20 y.o girl. Love to think big, speak out 'mymind', listen things, write randomly and read words ♥. Coffe and Ice Cream addict :p. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). YOU HIT ME UP! Picture Window template. Template images by GelatoPlus.
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ayyu-story: TOTALLY, yea like REALLYREALLYREALLY
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TOTALLY, yea like REALLYREALLYREALLY. I'm so totally tired with this situation. I need a big change. Yea, let's run! Maybe can started from reading all my paper for microbiology exam tomorrow. with FULLY. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). TOTALLY, yea like REALLYREALLYREALLY. YOU HIT ME UP! Picture Window template. Template images by GelatoPlus.
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ayyu-story: woots!
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ayyu-story: another quote
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Love is just a word,. Until someone comes along and gives it meaning. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). YOU HIT ME UP! Picture Window template. Template images by GelatoPlus.
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The Amateur Poet: Piece of Getting Old
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Subscribe to RSS Feed. Monday, July 28, 2014. Piece of Getting Old. Let alone my night. Let alone my thought. Does it get old to not to distract. Does it get odd to not to disrupt. Has it gone cold. Has it gone bold. Or does it happen when somebody gets old? All I know is to cut you loose. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Piece of Getting Old. Dreams of Prisca and the Pea. Couture Love at the Globes. If writing poems is a hobby, can I call myself a poet? View my complete profile.
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The Amateur Poet: Brightly Bright
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Subscribe to RSS Feed. Tuesday, June 10, 2014. Soar to the sky. The sun is smiling brightly. Fly through the clouds. The bird happily chirps. This heart is free. The love is cheap. The grace is near. The eyes are blinded by the lights. The ears are flooded by the rhymes. Tell me who could freeze the heart? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Piece of Getting Old. Dreams of Prisca and the Pea. Couture Love at the Globes. If writing poems is a hobby, can I call myself a poet? View my complete profile.
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The Amateur Poet: Sunshine and moonlight
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Subscribe to RSS Feed. Thursday, July 31, 2014. One day there were a girl and a boy. They always be seen together. They spent all of their evenings together. Strolled through the neighborhood road. The boy laughed along the girl. She smiled so bright it's almost blinding. Bit of their happy days. That very moment,. He thought it was worth it. She was pleased and content. That very moment,. Despite the aligned happiness. He thought that she could be his sunshine. Despite the aligned road they walked.
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The Amateur Poet: Solitude
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Subscribe to RSS Feed. Monday, April 27, 2015. Why should I wish for a forest. If avalanche was the reward. Why should I share the abundance. If one tries to kill another. Isn't it lonely being alone? Isn't it better in a crowd? While chatters were only meant as wishy. While compliments were thrown as a mask. Now you tell me,. Is the solitude better than above mentioned? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Piece of Getting Old. Dreams of Prisca and the Pea. Couture Love at the Globes.
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