Tired
Mind frozen Heart broken Eyes swollen so hard for me to speak so hard for me to breath tired to eat tired to sleep you can't see through me you won't dare to ask me whether i'm sad or happy this is the way we always used to be never kissed me as your own daughter never huged me as a carring mother never asked what is wrong with me never known me as a person always treated me as the bad one i wonder what i ever done to you ? i'm tired so tired that i let no one see my tears falling i hate crying especially not in front of you cause if i do you start lecturing me instead of hugging me blaming me instead of comforting me you always tell me that you'll be good without me Fine pretend that i'm gone ... i'm already tired so tired that i wish one day i could forever dissapear ... 💔
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@Moi you too 😉
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2018-07-26 14:09:57
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2018-07-27 04:45:08
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https://surgebook.com/inesakarapetyan/poem/my-autumn
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Question 1?/Вопрос 1?
The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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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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