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Mysara's ♥
i'm your soul.

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Mysara, 17, a complicated teenager.

strike out.

There's more to me than meets the eye, and i don't need you to be the judge of that.

hearts talking.



alternative exits.

Acoi
Aini Yazurin
Aisyah Pahmi
Allya Syafiqah
Ashee
Dewi
Divya
Farah Rosni
Intan Ezzety
Jeremy
Maryam
Mee
Mei
Micha
Muqriz;brother
Myra;sister
Raihunt
Sarah Ibrahim
Shamim
Shari Elis
Syahirah Afiqah
Tiara Goodier
Tina Aisha


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Thursday, October 22, 2009



I feel like crying in the rain, where no one else can see me



It took longer than i thought it would for that smaller, broken part of me to cry herself out. It happened, though, and i was eventually exhausted enough to sleep. Unconsciousness did not bring full relief from the pain, just a numbing, dulling ease, like a medicine. Make it more bearable.

I know that the new tear in my heart would always ache. That was just going be a part of me now. Time would make it easier--- that's what everyone always said. But I didn't care if time healed me or not, cause i know that's just BULL. Whoever came up with the concept that 'time heals everything', that's just full of BULL. Because even if the pain has gone away, the scar will always remain.


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