Her Turn

Can we go back? No. You'll never. So, let's be really fine with your life now, although you're took a pretend on it. This is your turn!

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Well, happy Ramadhan, moslems. And hi everyone. I'm back.

Something disgusting-stuff crossed my mind for a while. I'm fifteen. Woo, really? Yes, sure. :) Who knows that i'm gonna be fifteen?
Yo, gave thanks to Allah. For everything you've had so far. Families, friends, foes, clothes, pants, books, pens, words, life, breathes, mouths, foods, drinks, your brain, your minds, your f**king imagination that have killed a thousand victims.
There were soo many things i wished. For my own self, for my Mom and Dad, for my Brother out there, for my pretty-odd friends, for you who hates me a much of lot, for the fellow of geeks, i love you all. Thanks thanks thanks a lot for your all prayers. I appreciate it forevermore. And of course, hope that it'd really works. Haha :D

Now let me to play my turn on God's game. I shall, want it or not. You go, then die. You step back, then die too. Just do it, dude, and i'm gonna open little by little, what's surprising in fronta me. With my Bathroom Agreement yesterday, and The Second-August Deathnote, In the name of God's love. No other. Wish me luck, guys. I'm gonna be the first one, we will.


Thanks for the gift, Farah. I do love it :)

Eh, am I fifteen? :o
Let me say from the eyes of a geek:
"I'm OLDER. More age, less age."



I'm gonna be nothing soon. So why don't yo let me be your everything along my lifetime?