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I don't know how or where to start. This is really frustrating when you don't find words to write or think of. It becomes like snow crystals that fall from no destination!!
This is how silence is in December, the month of rain.. winter.. cold and frost.. snow.. delirium. and hot tea"
Perhaps my indifference is illogical and very frustrating for a twenty-first-year-old girl who has accomplished nothing in her life except for wishes that are neither advanced nor delayed, yet lazy in an outrageous and comical way!
Is this what my life will ask for after ten years, which are like weeks, will come an enemy towards me and I will become a spinster at the age of thirty, mourning for her misfortune in life!?
Is that what I want $?
I don't know why time always stops in moments of despair and frustration?
It is as if he is making us weep more, and this makes the possibility of patience less for him. “I sometimes feel that he is referring to me, as I am more tired of myself than I have become colder than him. I no longer know where the safety of my soul has gone in these moments!
Something inside me changed, it was no longer the same, even my patriotism, which I always cherished, I hate it and hate what I love and love what I hate.
I really wonder!
I no longer know where I went, I turned all the scales upside down, and tension became part of my daily routine, although December has nothing to do with it, except that I go crazy from the coldness of its nerves towards me.
Every time I realized that I needed a slap to wake me up from the state of hibernation in which I was going, I became sullen all the time like an old woman complaining about children invading her property.”_!
The stagnation of my thoughts annoys all my senses, which became idle like a car cut off from fuel and stopped in the middle of the desert road @!
This degree of my case is hopeless, you see!
Or am I the one who interferes with ideas that are not related to rationality and knowledge!?
The fourth of December and the beginning of the fall of snow and the bearing of hail and the warning of upcoming storms. This is what was circling inside me of dry storms to the point of cracking. “Eid has no meaning here, as it is the beginning of a new end without achievement,” and without improvement but collapse!
Is this what my empty mind aspires to, of spoiled and worn out thoughts!?
What old and arrogant old man ^°^
Despite every thought, lesson, and a sad and trivial lump from me, December is the month of gifts and congratulations, how can I forget that.. He has the charm of a handsome and wealthy Scandinavian Greek man.
It gives a feeling of comfort despite the sensitive and confused feelings, even if it is from a woman affected by hormones and swirling in a whirlpool of her unrealistic bereavement "It is December and who said that December is a sad month??!
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Although I am a scorpion from October, I find no justification for the love of December, I adore it as much as I love the month of scorpions! The difference is great, that is the month of the great and this is the month of pride. Perhaps the depth of October brings them together. December is the owner of rational and warm personalities and bright, reassuring eyes. We are born in October. We are distinguished by terrifying personalities and wonderful demonic eyes. This is what distinguishes our attractive look. Despite these characteristics, we are also contradictory in everything and every feeling.. As for the late Decembrists, they are steadfast and calm and are distinguished by tenderness. And frankness of feelings, but they agree with us ambiguously.
I am a contradictory brunette scorpion and I know that I am somewhat arrogant and has all the characteristics of scorpions, but the most important qualities that I am proud of is self-respect, even if people see that it is a kind of excessive self-love, but it is what enhances confidence, arranges thoughts and directs towards the right even if after a mistake ! '
These days we really need a warm blanket, a deep sleep like bears, and food stored so that we do not go out. I think it is a kind of extra laziness from me, but what can I say about my inability to work, because I am the father of his enemy in the universe.”
I like the December song, with the voice of the golden-throated Rasha Rizk.
melody
melodious voice
song about a month
Dec ....
You are permeated with intense and sensual emotions that you only like to watch the Twilight series in the most beautiful places on earth and Dostoevsky’s books with hot chocolate drink in a warm wooden house looking and hair “or you go to a soft silk bed with a woolen cover that attracts drowning in the sleep of the people of the cave with the dim light of the moon at night wolves on the night of the full moon
So who said December is sad, scorpions!?
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December that took my brother from me and then came back again and takes from my girlfriend; my little arrows ; my heartbeat arrows ; My child who did not exceed ten years of age ' How can I bear the echo of her voice that reminds me that I can not hold her ; Kiss it, inhale its fragrance!
Is that fair?!
Why do you go sweetie so fast!
answer me ? Come on tell me!
Who would kiss my cheek and tell my aunt I want chocolate?
To whom will I bring the chocolate?
answer me !
Forgot my school assignment?
Forget that I promised to help you with it!
Miss?
Tell me now I laughed, who will love after you?
whisper of !
screaming who?
Naughty than!
Answer me, are you the trust of your mother to me?
How can she take you before I credit you?
Come on tell me?
How can I blame her death and taking you with her!?
Tell me, oh baby, my liver?
How can my mother bear the separation of her daughter twice?
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I don't know what I have painted these days, my thoughts have become so dark and distasteful that I feel depressed afterwards.
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. I have an attractive title in my head for a new novel that I would like to write, but I have not yet envisioned its events because I hate repetition and pickpocketing and I do not like imitation
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. Most of the novels these days carry the same idea about the cold and arrogant rich and the owner of tyrannical manhood, and its title is often the Lord or the leader, the cold, the cruel and other recurring variables. I don't know if they all studied the book The Legend of the Integrated Man or what??
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. My man in this novel bears a dynasty of noble dynasties as long as I have been fascinated by the world of monarchy and the court of empires.
I don't know how or where to start. This is really frustrating when you don't find words to write or think of. It becomes like snow crystals that fall from no destination!!
This is how silence is in December, the month of rain.. winter.. cold and frost.. snow.. delirium. and hot tea"
Perhaps my indifference is illogical and very frustrating for a twenty-first-year-old girl who has accomplished nothing in her life except for wishes that are neither advanced nor delayed, yet lazy in an outrageous and comical way!
Is this what my life will ask for after ten years, which are like weeks, will come an enemy towards me and I will become a spinster at the age of thirty, mourning for her misfortune in life!?
Is that what I want $?
I don't know why time always stops in moments of despair and frustration?
It is as if he is making us weep more, and this makes the possibility of patience less for him. “I sometimes feel that he is referring to me, as I am more tired of myself than I have become colder than him. I no longer know where the safety of my soul has gone in these moments!
Something inside me changed, it was no longer the same, even my patriotism, which I always cherished, I hate it and hate what I love and love what I hate.
I really wonder!
I no longer know where I went, I turned all the scales upside down, and tension became part of my daily routine, although December has nothing to do with it, except that I go crazy from the coldness of its nerves towards me.
Every time I realized that I needed a slap to wake me up from the state of hibernation in which I was going, I became sullen all the time like an old woman complaining about children invading her property.”_!
The stagnation of my thoughts annoys all my senses, which became idle like a car cut off from fuel and stopped in the middle of the desert road @!
This degree of my case is hopeless, you see!
Or am I the one who interferes with ideas that are not related to rationality and knowledge!?
The fourth of December and the beginning of the fall of snow and the bearing of hail and the warning of upcoming storms. This is what was circling inside me of dry storms to the point of cracking. “Eid has no meaning here, as it is the beginning of a new end without achievement,” and without improvement but collapse!
Is this what my empty mind aspires to, of spoiled and worn out thoughts!?
What old and arrogant old man ^°^
Despite every thought, lesson, and a sad and trivial lump from me, December is the month of gifts and congratulations, how can I forget that.. He has the charm of a handsome and wealthy Scandinavian Greek man.
It gives a feeling of comfort despite the sensitive and confused feelings, even if it is from a woman affected by hormones and swirling in a whirlpool of her unrealistic bereavement "It is December and who said that December is a sad month??!
.
.
.
.
.
.
Although I am a scorpion from October, I find no justification for the love of December, I adore it as much as I love the month of scorpions! The difference is great, that is the month of the great and this is the month of pride. Perhaps the depth of October brings them together. December is the owner of rational and warm personalities and bright, reassuring eyes. We are born in October. We are distinguished by terrifying personalities and wonderful demonic eyes. This is what distinguishes our attractive look. Despite these characteristics, we are also contradictory in everything and every feeling.. As for the late Decembrists, they are steadfast and calm and are distinguished by tenderness. And frankness of feelings, but they agree with us ambiguously.
I am a contradictory brunette scorpion and I know that I am somewhat arrogant and has all the characteristics of scorpions, but the most important qualities that I am proud of is self-respect, even if people see that it is a kind of excessive self-love, but it is what enhances confidence, arranges thoughts and directs towards the right even if after a mistake ! '
These days we really need a warm blanket, a deep sleep like bears, and food stored so that we do not go out. I think it is a kind of extra laziness from me, but what can I say about my inability to work, because I am the father of his enemy in the universe.”
I like the December song, with the voice of the golden-throated Rasha Rizk.
melody
melodious voice
song about a month
Dec ....
You are permeated with intense and sensual emotions that you only like to watch the Twilight series in the most beautiful places on earth and Dostoevsky’s books with hot chocolate drink in a warm wooden house looking and hair “or you go to a soft silk bed with a woolen cover that attracts drowning in the sleep of the people of the cave with the dim light of the moon at night wolves on the night of the full moon
So who said December is sad, scorpions!?
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
December that took my brother from me and then came back again and takes from my girlfriend; my little arrows ; my heartbeat arrows ; My child who did not exceed ten years of age ' How can I bear the echo of her voice that reminds me that I can not hold her ; Kiss it, inhale its fragrance!
Is that fair?!
Why do you go sweetie so fast!
answer me ? Come on tell me!
Who would kiss my cheek and tell my aunt I want chocolate?
To whom will I bring the chocolate?
answer me !
Forgot my school assignment?
Forget that I promised to help you with it!
Miss?
Tell me now I laughed, who will love after you?
whisper of !
screaming who?
Naughty than!
Answer me, are you the trust of your mother to me?
How can she take you before I credit you?
Come on tell me?
How can I blame her death and taking you with her!?
Tell me, oh baby, my liver?
How can my mother bear the separation of her daughter twice?
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
I don't know what I have painted these days, my thoughts have become so dark and distasteful that I feel depressed afterwards.
.
. I have an attractive title in my head for a new novel that I would like to write, but I have not yet envisioned its events because I hate repetition and pickpocketing and I do not like imitation
.
. Most of the novels these days carry the same idea about the cold and arrogant rich and the owner of tyrannical manhood, and its title is often the Lord or the leader, the cold, the cruel and other recurring variables. I don't know if they all studied the book The Legend of the Integrated Man or what??
.
.
. My man in this novel bears a dynasty of noble dynasties as long as I have been fascinated by the world of monarchy and the court of empires.
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