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Little India

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Take along ride,keep your journey

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Dear Word's

"What can I say that I have not said before?

So I’ll say it again."

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my self

dear my self

i hurt you again,already told dont.

but still, "my self" u already hurt badly.

i'm sorry because always hurt you "my self"

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Force

Love can't be "Force".

Dear "Force"

If you still love him. 

I can't force you to stay beside me.

You can do what ever you want, you can love who you want to love, but must remember,love that person and don't repeated the same mistake.

Sincerly your love,

-akufakhrulislam-

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Vision Fade

my vision become fade again,hope my eyes will blind,so i'll happy again,and can love you like always. |-')

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Thank you My Best Friend

thank you "tumblr" because be my silence friends,so i can story to you what happening on my dull day :')

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Hurt or Being Hurt

Heart ache - akufakhrulislam

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memory

Would you remember me if you meet someone like me? Would you remember me if you hear the song that we used to listen to?would you remember me if you meet someone with the same name as me? If you were happy for just one moment and I was the reason for that you don’t have to but please remember me at least just once

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teasrs

"the rain drop away, the tears flow with them" - akufakhrulislam

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My World ( Dunia Aku )

Me who i am i'm who still at the same place still want to be smile still want to find happiness

Happiness? where is happiness what is the meaning how it taste how to feel how to know where's the place can happiness talk to me can i touch you happiness

hmm

just go on like ordinary me

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#Echo #nature #H2O #life #chance

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We live our lives of human passions, cruelties, dreams, concepts, crimes and the exercise of virtue in and beside a world devoid of our preoccupations, free from apprehension—though affected, certainly, by our actions. A world parallel to our own though overlapping. We call it “Nature”; only reluctantly admitting ourselves to be “Nature” too. Whenever we lose track of our own obsessions, our self-concerns, because we drift for a minute, an hour even, of pure (almost pure) response to that insouciant life: cloud, bird, fox, the flow of light, the dancing pilgrimage of water, vast stillness of spellbound ephemerae on a lit windowpane, animal voices, mineral hum, wind conversing with rain, ocean with rock, stuttering of fire to coal—then something tethered in us, hobbled like a donkey on its patch of gnawed grass and thistles, breaks free. No one discovers just where we’ve been, when we’re caught up again into our own sphere (where we must return, indeed, to evolve our destinies) —but we have changed, a little.

Denise Levertov, “Sojourns in the Parallel World” (via litverve)