إقبلني بالسَواد الدائر حَول عيني ، بذاك الإرتباك الذي لا استطيع ان اُخفِيه ،بنَبرتي الساخِرة في حديثي عن نَفسي ، بصمتي الطويل بِلا دافع أو مُبَرِّر
There are no such things as curses; only people and their decisions
Nobody can tell what I suffer! But it is always so. Those who do not complain are never pitied.
Without wounds my existence is bleeding, and I can't find the inner trail to follow myself.
All of us are broken. It’s just a question of how far we are willing to go to fix it.
It’s sad how quickly people can forget about you, until they want something from you