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الله كريم 
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"We used to walk the streets together, promising eternity with such ease and boldness... and today, we pass each other like strangers, each carrying our share of memories like a corpse we fear to bury yet are powerless to revive. It's strange how people can go from being 'everything' to 'just a name' that leaves a lump in the throat." If there's a specific kind of sadness you're looking for (for example: sadness from separation, betrayal, loneliness, or loss of passion), let me know so I can write a text specifically for your story! 
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I always wonder... when did I become so cold? When did I learn how to sleep with my heart burning without making a sound? I wasn't always like this, but too many scars make the skin thick, and too many disappointments make the soul cautious... so cautious that it no longer feels anything. 
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9ll_90

​— سيلفيا بلاث.li

9ll_90

الله كريم 
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9ll_90

"We used to walk the streets together, promising eternity with such ease and boldness... and today, we pass each other like strangers, each carrying our share of memories like a corpse we fear to bury yet are powerless to revive. It's strange how people can go from being 'everything' to 'just a name' that leaves a lump in the throat." If there's a specific kind of sadness you're looking for (for example: sadness from separation, betrayal, loneliness, or loss of passion), let me know so I can write a text specifically for your story! 
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9ll_90

I always wonder... when did I become so cold? When did I learn how to sleep with my heart burning without making a sound? I wasn't always like this, but too many scars make the skin thick, and too many disappointments make the soul cautious... so cautious that it no longer feels anything. 
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غَرِيقٌ فِي حُبِّكِ…
          وَأَخْشَى أَنْ يَلْمَحَنِي البَحْرُ.li

9ll_90

لم يبقَ سوى فراغٍ كبير 
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دِچ بعَد خٌتشِبع السَچينَ
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إي، وهَمْ أنْتَ عِشُتَ بهِ. 
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