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Foreign things

It’s so hard.

Knowing that something will always be there,

And knowing that that’s the way things should be.

Suddenly they’re not.

It’s a completely foreign idea.

Sometimes you think that

“Yes! I can do this,

I’m in control of the situation” and

As soon as you start regaining your confidence

And faith in the world,

You are shattered again.

  All of this

Is by your own doing as well.

You poor, poor soul.

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Written by
rano-al-azem
Syrian
Published
Jan 9, 2015
Lines·Words
14·74
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#heartbreak#confused#world#lost#souls#confusion#shattered#confidence#foreign#uknowns
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