Poetry.
There are some things I can't say, I can't express. Some things no one will understand, some things no one can know. Some things that I need to say, the person I need to tell it to can't hear. Some things I can't get out, but I can't keep in. So I write them down instead, so they aren't a burden in my head. I share them with people who either don't care or don't know me! Problem solved. Ah, don't you just love poetry?
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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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