You could run from someone you feared, you could try to fight someone you hated. All my reactions were geared toward those kinds of killers – the monsters, the enemies. When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options. How could you run, how could you fight, when doing so would hurt that beloved one? If your life was all you had to give your beloved, how could you not give it? If it was someone you truly loved?
Monday, September 05, 2011
كل الدنيا
ترى الدنيا كلها صدف
مرت ايام وسنين وقت لقيتك صرت اموت فيك
صرت اشتاق اضمك اسمع صوت انفاسك
اتنفس اسمك واعشق همسة كلماتك
في كل وقت وفي كل ثانية ما افكر الا فيك
انت كل الدنيا وكل الحلا وكل ايامي
وان غبت عني لحظات حبيبي تموت احلامي
اتلهف للمسة ايدك لكلمة منك
ويوم اشوفك تموت كل احزاني
ويوم اشمك يموت كل شي يحاصرني
انت لي كل الدنيا وكل العالم
بوجودك اشوف حياتي احلى
وبغيابك اشوف الموت مكاني
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
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I really don't understand people sometimes ... looks like i'm the bad person after all ... I really don't know what to say or do anymore ... my friends are back stabbing me ... Am I really that worthless? I don't want to care about no body anymore .. do I make this shit up myself? Am I creating my own stupid dreams and live them then wake up one day and fuck the world .. haha damn .. I'm really speechless right now .. I wish i can just run away and disappear .. don't wanna see anyone I know .. after all .. I KNOW NO ONE .. !!
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