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We may look cherished, But it is Only us and, Him Who knows better, Who knows what's behind us. We seem to be As what people sees, Yet, we have borders, And lines that, We couldn't get over, Maybe yet. We treat and treated, Ourselves conditionally, Yes, we tried, no I tried, Not knowing of others, Others feelings and Thoughts, To live as one. Each neglected, Every each for one's benefit, But certain didn't, Certain played, Plays great roles. Despite the differences, We fought, Either together or Alone, To fulfill our dreams, The dreams that may be nightmares to certain. We met and meet again, Throw jokes and laughs, In most realistic To each eyes, And some made it Obvious and still. We never know, And never will, When will each, Sees others teeth In smiling, Hears the jokes We'd laugh, Taste the spices Of life, together Despite our true feels. Yet, we Have to move on, So we can live The best of our lives, And doesn...

faisean. la mode. mafashoni. despite the language, fashion is one of the revolutionised element in our life nowadays. it was and is a subject that leads to extraordinary twists and turns in people's life. however, some not to care for it's existance nor appreciate them. they gaze and mutter unpleasant words to show how hateful they are to what's before their eyes, neglecting the deeds fashion had done for them.              fortunately, i am able to keep my commendation from those kind of people. the funny part is that i was raised by people who seems to object them, whom defies the importance of fashion industry. nonetheless, i was simply surrounded by supportive people whom embraced fashion in the society. up till now, i still look up for more phenomenal fashion evolution though.              personally, i think fashion is one of the vital thing in life. we lived in clothes. even tarzan wears clothes , ...

Three have been told, Yet, one approved, Decided not to reveal more, Yes, she To let the perks, Tingle in the readers. She, Whom young and vital, Praised by all, Hated by none. Fate be known, Just by three, Whom will always, Keep it concealed. She loops into, Above and below, And granted with, A pair of surprise. Years be gone, They set to fly, To confiscate the throne, To rule the sky. Love, Bemused by all, Sets the pain, Worse than fraud. Know none,  Only the darks, Begun the fights, Unseenly, torned hers apart. Hers came, To embrace, To save, And to keep her away. Darkened soul, She was left, That purifies not, Even she wept. Now and then, She had to wait, For hers to claim, And miracles to eventuate.

Time flies, And forever will, Most matures up, Most halted them, too Yet, the globe spins And age olds. Despite our death notes, The written future is barely undiscovered, Dreams we hold Seems to fade, Waiting for a slight hope, To keep it possible, Somehow, Dreams do remains, and Reality never change. Eyes pinned, Onto a vision which Is mysteriously still, One never knows that Life is full of surprises, And, only seen with real eyes.