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turn off the lights
and turn off the shyness
cause all of our moves
make up for the silence
the lies |
the fake |
the phonies |
Thursday, June 29, 2006
when u watch someone die a massive wave of emotions is sure to hit u right in ur weakest points and make u question nearly everything about ur life... u kinda become a mini philosopher.. u speak little and wonder more...
u get out of the world experiences more than one at a time all in ur brain that feels like exploding... u lose sense of normal things like time or hunger and ur focus can sometimes make u actually understand the kind of anguish others are going through....
and when u remember that afterwards u can never have a clue of how u survived that or how so much time has passed with u having just one thing in ur head or how such a thing made u re-unite with people u don't get along with in regular circumstances.
At the peak of my true first personal tragedy, i took a pen and wanted to pour my heart on paper but i succeeded in only scribbling few words..they were " my father died today"
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[bleedtodeath]
4:44 PM
l Walaa Emam l 14/02/1985 l Faculty of Science, AinShams Univ. l Female l
