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Finiarti
call her the noisy girl
Love to be with friend around her
addicted to blog and shopping
she is just a girl that can laugh loudly in the crowded
the girl that you can't know what inside her
the girl that have many stories in her life
And now, she is trying to share the thing in here


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Minggu, 21 Desember 2008

have you ever think that u are disturber??
have you ever think that u must not disturbing them??

it's hurt, when the people you hope can be your side in that time all gone away..
it's hurt, when you think they will reply you but they didn't..
it's hurt, when they silent at all..
it's hurt, when they walk away..

if i can choose..
i hope i will be the person like robot..
no feeling of sad..
no feeling like wanna crying..
just a person who did what people tell it to do..

they must think i will be alright of that..
but.. they wrong..
i'm not alright at all..
i'm dying..
Just have a mind to not disturbing them from now..
but it's hurt..
sometime i miss the time when we chit chat..
but.. i think i will never in that time again..
they have their own lifes..
and i think..
i'm not in their lifes..
i am the outsider..

Can they tell me why are they like that to me?
they are killing my heart soon..