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Jan 2018
You speak,
but I don't recognize the words,
at this moment,
I don't even recognize my existence,

My mind is somewhere between the
waves of the ocean,
playing between the grains of sand,
swirling like the princess it is,

a princess that will
trap you with her offer of kindness,
******* over and over again.
My mom was talking to me while I was sitting on my bed, and I didn't realize she was talking to me till she had left...I was so indulged in my own world.
دema flutter
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دema flutter  22/F
(22/F)   
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