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Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
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I CRY
Sometimes when Im alone I cry,cause I am own my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm,they flow with life but take no form.
I cry because my heart is torn,I find it difficult to carry on.
If I had an ear to confiding,I would cry among my treasured friends.
But who do you know that stops that long to help another carry on.
The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.
Then to stop and see what makes one cry,so painful and sad.
And sometimes I CRY...
And nobody cares about why.