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Aug 5
i wish i didn’t look like her
i wish i couldn’t even look like her
which is impossible, because blood runs faster than everything
but condemns us to escape from anything
as how much i want to be you
and how much i hate it to be you
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reya  أَيُّ قَلْبٍ؟
(أَيُّ قَلْبٍ؟)   
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