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11h
“you should never let a luck for boredom”
that’s what she always says, and she’s right because she’s my mom.
she lived a whole life before me, she knows.
i know to believe all of it,
yet my head is stuck in someone’s peace.
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reya  أَيُّ قَلْبٍ؟
(أَيُّ قَلْبٍ؟)   
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