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Nazrul
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19 dis year
a fighter,a friend.
a true believer,a lover








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    Sunday, June 21

    THOSE TEARS

    two little teardrops were floating down the river of life.
    One drop said to the other,
    "I am the teardrop of a guy who loved a girl and lost her."
    who are you?
    "Well, I am the teardrop of the guy who won her."

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    love     is very strange.
    love is unconditional commitment to an imperfect individual.
    you need it but when loved,
    it's like destining yourself in getting hurt.
    you become strong and at the same time,
    you open yourself up to being hurt.

    love     can make you bear any
    kind of pain and any kind of sacrifice.
    but it can nevertheless
    make you feel stupid and act stupidly.

    when you     love and end up giving so much of yourself,
    subconsciously you will only discover how much you've given
    when the person you love hurts you or has to say goodbye.


    then you realize,
    an important part of yourself is already with that person.
    it goes away when someone leave and
    you are left with a sickening, empty feeling inside.

    tears are bound to shed from the eyes no matter
    how you force yourself to keep them in.
    most teardrops ever shed on this earth
    have been for love or lack of it.
    and honestly without fail,
    when it drys up,
    there will be this tiny little silent loss
    which sticks to your heart for a very long,long time.


    from blog owner to dear readers,
    how true is this post?
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