AlonE

Coming bac to SP, alone. Going bac to KL, alone. Being sad, alone. Crying, alone. Helpless, alone. Afraid, alone. Love, alone.

Sometimes really enjoy to be alone. Sometimes..really don’t want to be alone.

Why is it people born alone? and die alone? Is it because of this, love seems to be so beautiful n wonderful to all of us? Will it because of love, v will never ever be alone again?

Question mark…

I wanna cry…alone… But where is my tear?

All of a sudden, I miss tat nite at Kukup so much. V had starry nite, windy nite, and shouted everything out… Is it, I will be strong…? Alone…

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