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Dec 2012
Dream until your dream comes true they say as they secretly take away what we ache for,
Standing here in front of what I could’ve been,
The empty words, empty stories of where I should've been haunt me because I desperately know what I’m missing.
The life I could be living
The love I could be feeling
The memories captured in photographs
The lessons learned through laughs
Dream until your dream comes true they said as they ripped it from the tip of our fingers,
Leaving us cold and alone with nothing but words left  unheard .
The Habits of My Heart
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   Nope and Wedyan AlMadani
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