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اكتفي بذاتك وأنت العوز كاسر ظهرك، شهالمنطق هذا؟ لو مثلاً يگلك أي روح تعلم شناقصك؟ اوكي ما ناقصني بس مليون ونص حتى ارتب وضعي اللي تحت الصفر مو بس من الصفر.
ولحد يچذب عليك بأن لازم تتكفي بذاتك وعيش ما عليك بأي شيء حولك، والانسان نفسه هو عبارة عن اسفنجة تمتص كل احداث الواقع وتحلله حتى توصل لنتيجة معينة.
ماكو اكتفاء للذات وانت كل يوم تُسحق حتى بس تحقق انجاز يخليك تنام وانت مرتاح لمدة أسبوع مثلاً، وبعدها راح تبقى تبحث عن شيء آخر.
There's a Victorian tin I keep my memories in I found it up in the attic After looking inside I find the things that I'm hiding The leaves saved from a mistletoe kiss Only nostalgia has me feeling like this Like I miss you It must be the time of year Remember December It's like a wintergreen beside a diamond stream Remember December How does it make you feel inside? Beneath a Valentine, I see a locket is shining I think it must be the wine Makes me feel it's all real Where nothing seems to rhyme To breathe life into the dust of a keepsake I might as well try to fix a chain on a snowflake Or a heartache (or a heartache) It must be the time of year Remember December It's like a wintergreen beside a diamond stream Remember December A fall of snow and the afterglow It could be taking our breath away But the years stand in the way Remember December How does it make you feel inside? Should I feel this alone? Should I pick up the phone? Take my heart in my hand and ask if you Remember (remember) December (December) It's like a wintergreen beside a diamond stream Remember (remember) December (December) A fall of snow and the afterglow It could be taking our breath away But the years stand in the way Remember December How does it make you feel inside?
An Endless WinterI want a long winter, a sky heavy with clouds, drenching me with rain, watering my withered fields, and filling my dry riverbeds with water. I want a life filled with winter, writing, music, and a hot cup of tea to warm my cold heart.
