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Saturday, May 30, 2009
You leaved us

We used to be close. We used to laugh together. We used to share jokes together. And now, you leave us without any words.

I can barely remember, that you attend for our campfire last year. It was quite a long time ago. Your uniform is not complete: you have no woggle and i have lend you mine. I know you can't stand for a scout's life, like us. I don't blame you, everyone has their own interest, their own choice. We let you go. At least you still did something for us. I know its not huge, but at least its not too tiny either. No one born to be perfect, everyone born to learn.

I ask myself, why wouldn't i drop my tears for you. I ask myself, why do i can still smiling and joking around while you are now leaved us, forever.. But i know, you'll never want us to drop our tears, cuz if i were you, i would never want anyone to cry for me..

This might be a way for you. A better way i guess. Rest in peace. May God bless you.

9:31 PM




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