A story became to tell it, it’s me, my lost soul, my broken heart, my confused behavior. It began from the first day I’m aware, I’m in this dirty world with stupid deeds. I was born; in which the damn and the dark luck was in my body, in younger age, I faced a hard illness, In any time I’m going to the heaven with my innocence, but the fate changed all my life and I relived again. Yeah, deeply sometime we hate to continue to live and go on; simply because we were badly treated and never forget it; sadly we have strongest and the worst memories; in which always remember us damnly about what we are trying to never be in our mind. But we lose control again. That’s life, it’s said nobody stayed for anyone, and really it’s also what we learn. The happiness is included in true emotions, feel too alive; suddenly we seem as fake persons. All along the life, we can’t find a ready answer about what had been occurred until we were being on the ground. We run far away from the truth; we made another possibility like as, to escape away from what we are; we change the look on us, but not us. We dream all the time to have a large inspiration and many questions on head with ignorant answers; we draw our illusions on the glass and not are still there, because nothing is right. We believe that if we changed, we would be the best, we only tell that the light never is in the darkness and leads us to our road that we want to reach, but we say that it can be happened forcibly with our patience and a big fair. In each time, we ever find suit utterances to it. So we had been silent without show extremely the hurts. We are taking to nightmares, which wouldn’t leave us. We think never sorrow goes away. We loved to tell our stories and listen beautiful words to satisfy. Imen Messaoudi
Posted on: Sat, 23 Nov 2013 21:17:18 +0000
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