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@FarahanaFadzli


haii, this entry i'll write it for a beautiful girl names farah :') 
this is distance :
Missing someone gets easier everyday because even though you are one day further from the last time you saw them, you are one day closer to the next time you will.Distance is not for the fearful, it is for the bold. It's for those who are willing to spend a lot of time alone in exchange for a little time with the one they love. It's for those knowing a good thing when they see it, even if they don't see it nearly enough...If ever there is tomorrow when we're not together. There is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we're apart... I'll always be with you...And as days go by, the memories remain. I wait for you. As days go by I swear I'll try. Until I die. Anything for you.I'll turn my back and walk away, away from the pain. Scream it loud, drown it out by the sound of the rain. Listen up, I've had enough all this waiting. I need you more right now than I ever did!

this is siblings :
I had a really wonderful upbringing. We were a tight family. It was wonderful to grow up with so many siblings. We were all just a year or two apart, and we were always so supportive of each other. I learned everything from you.  To the outside world, we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each other's hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time. Sweet is the voice of a sister in the season of sorrow. Siblings are the people we practice on, the people who teach us about fairness and cooperation and kindness and caring, quite often the hard way. 

goodbye :"(
The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. Maybe they always have been and will be. Maybe we've lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we've found each other. And maybe each time, we've been forced apart for the same reasons. That means that this goodbye is both a goodbye for the past ten thousand years and a prelude to what will come.Goodbyes, KAKAK