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Diab did Dec 2013
I miss our nights,
Bad nights,
Before
Good nights,
Good times,
After the bad ones,
Good ****,
Before...
After...
The worst ones.

You found me,
Tought me,
Showed me,
How to roll it.

You were a good teacher,
You made me listen,
You were a good listener,
You made me talk.

You jocked,
I laughed,
You complained,
I cried.

You missef,
You loved,
You cared,
So did and do I.

Can't imagine my life with out you, am sitting here at the lake, staring at you face reflection on the water. Your face is everywhere, the happy, smiley, sad, mad and the happy face again face.

You helped me explore my self, you changed me a lot, i met myself right after i met you, no one ever told me how smart i am, even if am not very smart, but at least you said it, and i felt it for the first time.

You tought me how to fight, how to go through **** by my self, you didn't say that, but i learned it from your actions and your view of life.

You always smiled, even when you get really mad, you started the fight and ended, you started the conversation and kept it, you started me and you killed me.

Its been three days, two nights, 72 hours is the total. I'M still awake, didn't blink, am not tired tho, just enjoying the time while am watching a tape of you with all the moments crossing in front of my eyes.

Thank you for everything you'd done,
Thank you for all the encouragement words,
Thank you for finding my real personality,
Thank you for giving me the best moments,
Thank you for all the info. Doses you put in me,
Thank you for being there when no one was,
Thank you for listening to my boredom talks,
Thank you for making me feel like human,
Thank you for EVERYTHING, yes everything.

I have a lot to say, from the deepest part of my heart, but my i can't see nothing, my tears are covering the view. I was thankful for having you, waking up on your texts, maybe calls, but the most feeling your love while your sleeping on my shoulder.

Don't know what else to say, I'M IN LOVE WITH EVERY litters in your name, with every moment i hear your voice, whit every time i see your texts or emails, with every sec I have you in mind.

I don't care what you'd done, its all good, i already forget about it, you do whatever you want, its all good, fight and yell at me, its all good, HATE me, its all good, **** me, hurt me, insult me, **** me, do whatever you want, its all good. They all were like the heaven, i just knew that.

Ok, am done, words are killing me.
Ok, am done, you're too amazing to be written about.
Ok, am done,  I'm serious this time.

I just realized that i had the world between my hands, you loved me like no one else did, you really cared about me.
Excuse my JEALOUSY, it covered most of the view.
Excuse my EARS, i couldn't hear you talking to another guy.
Excuse my heart, made me too stupid to understand.

I just couldn't believe that am having a life after all these years. I thought it's a dream, but i was okay with that, i didn't want to wake up, and i lost you after the pomp that woke me up.

I just understood what you were saying,,,,,,
"Too good too bad" she says.

I LOVE YOU Melanie,
I LOVE YOU,
I ADORE YOU,Melanie
I ADORE YOU
YOU STILL MY EVERYTHING, and the only thing that i prayed every time to keep, but to bad, i didn't get that.


Diab,,,,,,,,,,,
Apologize for what i've said, it was an agry moment.
Johnny Noiπ Feb 2019
A group of beautiful little children
in the shade of the sun, the cold
of your hand will support you
on the forms of the new cover,
it has a white, red, death, pain, love
for the heart, hope c. I go to the bottom
of the sea, kiss of salt in the happiness
of the life of humility, I would get your
eyes, you never gave the results
of the Ombudsman surrounded
by the events of fortune,
the lives of friends of the future
will be fine; withdrawn from their beds,
the dust, Or, crosses the known,
not to come, will open. Secondly, clean
the windows and shout, the women
imagine the old walls and the donkeys
that escape the African food market.
The remaining parts of the arena
for a black male dawn at night;
Diab seized to enjoy the music star
in honor of the eternal generation
of young clove olive trees in the sky
of Pinkie the third. finally, it is
a ******* that should not feel
vulnerable and open to the gray
of sound, in which it became, to die.

He knew that his concerts seemed very strong.
Storms of diamond, wheat, wine, legs slowly,
wrapped in a blind taste of the time of the air,
a yellow roof and doors break in the morning.

Climatic conditions and the conquest
of the right ear of the planet that asks
a mature woman, Vinyles Irie for a hamburger;
brave difficulty hero of the snowman
cabin of the year is gradually decreasing.

Without the composition of the wild
with the help of the fingers of the neighboring land,
burned with the desire of the players
a perfect expression of what is necessary
for the expectations of a young,                                                   blue flowers,
which are listed part of the music,
Bani's melody meets a siren,
Mexico completely destroyed; Mm.

I will say,                                 the call of the unexpected heart of Dr. Sophia,
forgiving a doubt, has the courage
that the husband loves the apostates of Africa,                     a little less clear:
                                                             the bite of the Xbox or tail of the bear,
we should not be afraid Bite the old school
and fence the bar.                        Speak quickly, repent, and die in the flames
of your left hand,                                                       which is to travel a mile,
which has been accepted by taking part
in the mind of the chief's spirits
in time to come with the glory of Incredible is a deception.                     500,
                                                           and unfortunately, the good, the natural,
your book,                                       laughing in the eyes of the sirens of steel,
on Saturday and Sunday to record,
you will believe that it is the foot,
the siren is popular, a small. The quantity,
the confusion of the war, the currency
of the merchants,                                                given to the city of the rulers,
to the sea, to the tent, not to the feet.
Ark of your power:                                     It has washed the legs of business,
it has confiscated the landlord,
empty snails It was dangerous,
while more blood from the direction of Patel,
after burning the land, there are lesser known
games to play in the game of nostalgia
the twelve, after having bought.
Those ridiculous ones need to sleep.
The vertical line of wire that sells
the bread of the mentioned problem
and is based on the low limit according
to the coilscore is excellent. It was
completed with a visit to the Kings
of the Block's headquarters, the game
has been modified. A visit to a steel
bottle had visited a unibody creation
of the fly line of the hidden flower
of God with a bath.

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