Once.

You're scattered.

On the floor.

Like you didn't matter.

Not at all.

Once.

You are the shiniest thing.

The most adorable thing.

Everyone got to have a piece of you.

Even look is more than just enough.

But now.

You're scattered.

On the floor.

Like you didn't matter.

Hell, not at all.

Once.

You are new.

Everybody knew.

They worship you.

Like you're the god.

Once.

You're a dream.

Where everybody can just see.

Which true just can't be seem.

Hands touching you like crazy.

Once.

Your anger.

Could shut the world.

Like you're the only one that matter.

Like the world is on your finger.

But now.

You're scattered.

On the middle of the floor.

Like didn't matter.

No, not al all.

Now.

You see.

That, what you are really.

A crap in the middle of the sea.

Which no one bother to see.

Just only to step on and let it be.

Because you're not what you use to be.

You're not allowed to break free.

You're just allowed to cry a whole sea.

To keep it from being empty.

Now.

That's what you are really.

Don't you see?

It's been so long since I've updated this crap. Yeah, this is just something that I wrote when I'm on my way to doze off and hit fantasy land. This is about someone who think, what they are now, can be equivalent to what they will be. And, I might say that what they had thought off is pure crap. Well. just hope that our future is not scattered on the pavement and let the wind's hand stretched to take us away.

Jazmin Fauzan sleep- ey.

Dickheads.

Looking up.

She saw a gun.

Pointing at her tiny nose.

And the person standing before her, with the gun.

Smiling.

Sweaty.

Sticky.

Undressed.

'Sweet dreams little whore.'

She heard the sound of the gun being cocked.

She saw the face of the animal in front of her, smiling.

Rubbing something.

The sound of her agonizing voice.

Then.

Just then.

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How can a person be so cruel. Heartless. Come on man... A little girl is not going satisfy you fucking needs. Get married and be manwhore to your own freaking wife. Not to a pretty innocent little girl. Find someone your own age. And please, dont just grab a girl, a women, a lady that you dont know, keep them quiet, undress them and fuck them. Got a fucking brain, even if it's the size of a peanut, use it. Fuck yourself dickhead.

JazminFauzan yang tengah baca pasal budak perempuan umur tak seberapa sudah mati kena rogol dengan lelaki yang yang fuck.

Darling.

Darling.

You hold on to me tight.

Said that you want to remember my sight.

Said that I look nothing like the night.

Because what I am, beyond words can describe.

Darling.

One day you said to go away.

I questioned you with hows and whys.

You shook your head and tell me it's okay.

I burried my face in your neck and cried all day.

Darling.

You said that this is not what you may.

If you have the delegate, you would stay.

Remain with me all day.

But it's not going to happen today.

Darling.

It hurts.

Beyond words.

Darling.

I send you words in my letters.

Asking you about many things.

How's the war, have you pray?

How's your day?

Darling.

In your letters you said that you're fine.

You're not away for a long time.

Just one more tick and you're done.

Then in my arms you'll be find.

But then.

Darling.

You told me you have to go away again.

I'm agonized I couldn't even begin.

So the tears are shed all over again.

It's hard for me to abstrain.

'Darling.

'I am going to be back.

'Please darling, I am going to me back.

'There's no need to be sad.

'Just wait.'

Days to weeks.

Weeks to months.

Months to years.

Until.

'Darling.'

Then I'm down on my knees.

Is that really you I see?

My just stop freezes.

'Is that really you darling?'

'Darling.'

'I love you.'

That's all you said.

And I cried like I never did.

It's and inspiration from a book Nicholas Spark called Dear John. You guys should read it sometimes. It's not that expensive babe. Okay. Maybe a little. But du-uh. It's worth it. So, it's about a soldier going away for a war and leave his new girlfriend at home. And it's kind of sad. I was like crying my balls out. Haha. So, etc.. etc.. read the book. God! It's good.

Ps: Sorry, it's English. There aren't any Malay ideas that popped into my mind. Haha. Whatever :)

Pps: Darling. If there's the obstacle you have to go through, bring me too. I promise I'll shut my bloody mouth tight. Hahaha. Darling.

JazminFauzan yang tengah melepaskan tension setelah tamatnya gejala peperiksaan.