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العيد، على الأبواب، تزينو، ارقصو، ، تواددو، تملقو، تبادلو القبل، مارسو الكذب، والخداع، وأنا سأكتفي بأن أتبول صباحاً واخلد للنوم،

We cuddle the pillow, because we really need to weep for something, to complete the day after ..!

- I am not doing well. I think a lot and I am away. My eyes withered and my heart suffers. Show them that I am fine, but I am the opposite. My contradiction kills me very much, the more I resort to sleep.

He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn’t going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect for more than he can give. Don’t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he’s not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is perfect for you. -Bob Marley

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𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙨.

𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤’𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙮,𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙮“

ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴜᴘ, ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴜᴘ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ɪs ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ᴅᴀʏs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀss ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ.

ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴄɪsɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜᴅʀᴀᴡ, ɴᴏᴛ ɴᴇᴄᴇssᴀʀɪʟʏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴀʀ ᴄᴏɴғʀᴏɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ʙᴜᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜᴅʀᴀᴡᴀʟ, ɪᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ғɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇs ɴᴏᴛ ᴅᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇ.

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪғ ɪ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʟs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ

ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏs ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ sʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴘɪᴛʏ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ sᴇᴇ ᴀᴘᴀʟᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴄᴇ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀs ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀs ɪ sᴀᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ.

𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙢, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙢.

𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗛𝘂𝗿𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗜𝗳 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆.

𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗱, 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿, 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺, 𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜𝗮𝗺 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗰𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱, 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗜 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀,𝗜 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗰 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝗸𝗳 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲, 𝗜 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗰𝘂𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗲𝗿𝗮 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗜 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻... 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝘆𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗹𝗱, 𝗳𝗼𝗴𝗴𝘆, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆.