Cold Heart
People think that my heart is cold. And that I don’t feel anything. But no one is made of gold, And I am very sensitive. All they see is my serious face, Without knowing who I am. People smile to me, but in case They try to sit far away from me. All I do is pretend, to be a cold-hearted. I don’t remember when this fake game started. People who surround me don’t know me at all. Some of them are trying to break down this wall. I am really afraid to let them come closer. I am just playing; I am my life’s composer. I am not surprised that they don’t like me. I try to save myself; it’s the reason why I hide me.
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Why?
I was alone. I am alone. I will be alone. But why People always lie? I can't hear it Every time! And then They try to come Back. And i Don't understand it. Why?
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وردةٌ قبِيحة
و مَا الّذي يجعلُ مصطلحُ الوردة قبِيحة؟ -مَا الّذي تنتظرهُ من وردةٍ واجهت ريَاح عاتية ؛ وتُربة قَاحلة و بتلَاتٍ منهَا قَد ترَاخت أرضًا ، مَا الّذي ستصبحهُ برأيك؟
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