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شرايكم

شخص ميحبش التبرير ! لما نشوفَ روحـيَ نـبررَلك اكثر منَ مـرهَ هـَتقعد نجِـوم اللـيلَ اقربلك مني😊.

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يلا تبادل 😏

وجهوا لي الرسمه و اوجه لكم بوست 🤩 آخذكم من الاحصائيات

قنوات تنشر متبرجات ما اوجه بلز من هسه كلت 🥺

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بعد نفرين بس وندخل رقم جديد

وواه وبكذا اكون خلصت، شكرا على مشاركاتكم حبايب ف انا بعد ساعة يمكن احذف عشان تشوفوا القنوات وكذا تعجبكم تنضموا فيها، ونورتوا جدد وبعد بردها الكم هنا، @o56um140BOT

There are loves that belong not to the present, but to the memory of what might have been. They linger quietly in the years between two people, where regret becomes indistinguishable from longing, and the past feels more real than anything that came after it.

They walked with the quiet grace of those who had long ago accepted the weight of ordinary life. Upon their heads rested the vessels of daily labour, yet they bore them as though they were crowns rather than burdens. Their eyes were fixed not upon the road beneath their feet, but upon a horizon where hope lingered like the last light of evening. In their silence there was a language no words could fully express a dignity born not of wealth or power, but of endurance. Time would forget their names, kingdoms would rise and vanish, yet the simple rhythm of their lives would remain as enduring as the river that carried the memory of generations."

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أنتَ خَليك بمَكاني نَهر وتعوفهَ الجروف أنتَ الحنيِن قسِيت شلوُن ترحَمني الظروُف صِرت أعده من العِده وطَلعت وعُودك نِدى وجَمره ضليت بغِيابك والله لو ترجعَلي ريِح.