16. CHR, senior year. Photoshoots. Dance-offs. Mates. Fun. Digicam. Cats. Biking. Explore. Books.
Words. Dictionary. Transparency. Body rides.
Amira Idayu.
Amira Idayu
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So hey. This is my blog. I love writing. The posts and titles here are inspired from real life world and experiences.
Typing about hurt doesn't make me a sadist.
Typing about heartbreaks doesnt mean im on post-break up denial.
Typing about love and crushes doesn't mean im in love.
Typing about death doesn't make me an emo kid.
We are all more in depth than the naked eye can see. I hate being ridiculed.
I think I won't be uploading as much photos here now that Facebook is available. Read on, comment, whatever.
Enjoy articulating or connecting my words with your life. Welcome.
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Amira Idayu.
Preface.
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You won't recognise me but it was a lifetime. Every second, it burns through your skin. The pinching, the stares, the oh-my-gods. No, its the new in thing yaknow, tainted covers. Yeah, it wasn't you, so you could smile and laugh and smirk. It burns and reeks of shame. But somehow, an angel would come along and smile down on you. The smile somehow enlightens. What goes around comes around, darling. Do good today and receive goodness. And the shame that piled upon your skin, will soon be grated off. By the cheese grater. Hail No Fimage. I lost a whole lot of my fimage. Yours.
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