Wow.
You're gonna be gone in eight hours time.
I can't say anything right now, because nothing i say will equal up to the shock I'm still in.
The ironic thing is that, it's the same shock that was with me ever since you told me you were leaving.
O_O
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Sad. =(
You're gonna be gone in eight hours time.
I can't say anything right now, because nothing i say will equal up to the shock I'm still in.
The ironic thing is that, it's the same shock that was with me ever since you told me you were leaving.
O_O
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Sad. =(
I can't believe you're going away,
When just a few months ago, you promised that you'll stay,
Honestly the only way i avoided being sad was just looking away at,
The fact that there'd be no more "you" to physically find when I'm sad.
Dear friend, you've been through it all, in life's ups and in the slums,
And you've so willingly given me your experiences to prevent me from landing in the dump,
And even when I have no choice but to switch my rise to a pathetic crawl,
You'd be there to ensure I carry on and rise from the fall.
How long have we known each other?
Was it from Kindy or a friendship born out of business between our fathers?
Eighteen years since then,
Don't think I've ever cursed God for the coincidential introduction between you and the WHITE PALE man[can you guess who? =.=].
Dear friend, I wish you luck to go and get what you're looking for there in N-Zee,
Including one of your primary motives, to get fit and lose a couple of kg,
Be careful when meeting new people, always keep your guard,
If some dude decides to play a fool out of you, just kick them balls of Sir Retard.
Look at me, getting all sad,
As if you're already in that other piece of land,
Kinda sucks to know the discomfort of knowing you're leaving is actually a borrow,
From myself, who's lending part of the sorrow which i'll feel when I see you walk into the terminal eight hours from now to follow.
No goodbyes will be said FOR NOW,
I'll see you at the place where the eagles sore, there, I will say "chao",
Just know that despite the fact that it has probably been a million times since you first made fun of my pale skin colour,
I can truly say you're one of ther very very very very few people I can call "my sister".
Take care Sarah.
When just a few months ago, you promised that you'll stay,
Honestly the only way i avoided being sad was just looking away at,
The fact that there'd be no more "you" to physically find when I'm sad.
Dear friend, you've been through it all, in life's ups and in the slums,
And you've so willingly given me your experiences to prevent me from landing in the dump,
And even when I have no choice but to switch my rise to a pathetic crawl,
You'd be there to ensure I carry on and rise from the fall.
How long have we known each other?
Was it from Kindy or a friendship born out of business between our fathers?
Eighteen years since then,
Don't think I've ever cursed God for the coincidential introduction between you and the WHITE PALE man[can you guess who? =.=].
Dear friend, I wish you luck to go and get what you're looking for there in N-Zee,
Including one of your primary motives, to get fit and lose a couple of kg,
Be careful when meeting new people, always keep your guard,
If some dude decides to play a fool out of you, just kick them balls of Sir Retard.
Look at me, getting all sad,
As if you're already in that other piece of land,
Kinda sucks to know the discomfort of knowing you're leaving is actually a borrow,
From myself, who's lending part of the sorrow which i'll feel when I see you walk into the terminal eight hours from now to follow.
No goodbyes will be said FOR NOW,
I'll see you at the place where the eagles sore, there, I will say "chao",
Just know that despite the fact that it has probably been a million times since you first made fun of my pale skin colour,
I can truly say you're one of ther very very very very few people I can call "my sister".
Take care Sarah.
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