2 An era of solitude
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But the important thing is that I now know when to start, how to end, and to what end I stand .. when to give and when to grant .. when to be present and when She disappeared for a reason that I know alone ... I do not need justification ... and it is the lesson that life gave to me on a plate of regret and I learned Well after that, when I extend my hand to others and when I close it .. It will not be available even at the simplest times. Sorry, gentlemen, men. I will give you an amount. Only that will be fine because I have ended the era of breaks and replaced it with points .. I no longer care about your existence, O people, especially you, man, you are not my other half, but my dark half that has been scattered by obstacles, but I put an end to everything and took you out of my life without reproach, but all human beings and my responses became by my actions Because I rose above many who did not deserve my presence ... I will remain fine as long as I am far from you and from you Sir, you specifically ... I got up from you a long time ago ... asking me why ?? Because you don't deserve me? You are like a book, my sir, I no longer care about the title and forget the inside. Forget or ignore the details that have always tormented and bothered me ... I no longer make up my hopes for you, for I am the owner of my own and the lady of myself ... I did not care one day the words of others or even listen to their opinions, even if for a moment. ... and because autumn and spring are parallel lines, they do not and will not meet at one point, I will not meet with you, sir, in one day, even if your autumn looks to the ripe flowers of spring, even if you try your hands withering from the weight of yellowing The depression of your autumn is to extend to wipe the tears droplets that water spring flowers. The drops will not dry out, and the roses will never succumb ... because autumn is its age that heals the wounds of spring, and the fallen and withered tree leaves cannot touch the wounds of a dewy rose whose tears fall and water them from its water ...
It is very difficult and rare to generate a life from the womb of death. !!!
And you, people, my need for you, and after me there is a thousand condolences for me, and in my proximity to you are a thousand regrets, a thousand losses, a thousand a thousand deceptions, and then a thousand farewells ... I am among you alone, your words kill me, my guts are the coldness of your stories and the torment of your feelings .. I will tweet outside their flock perhaps My tweet does not reach you, and my tweet will not reach you, and its echoes will not reach your ears because it is a tweet with a discordant tone that is not accepted by the frost and coldness of those ears, but I will tweet outside their flock a tweet for me, I alone will reach my world that I made far from you ...
..But I no longer liked them or you anymore, but I no longer liked the same as I was .... The time for amazement had ended ... and amazement had turned its curtains on everything, but with all this I knew more love and more who lived it in all its details and more who sang it with all the hymns and the first Who composed it with all its hymns and more Who lost it !!! How could they say that he who has lost a thing does not give it, and I am the one who gave love more than he lost and missed it! That love, I am the one who feels it and the one who knows it the most, yet I did not find it one day !!! ... and an impressive result! ... you own something and do not find it ... you own and do not control or control and you do not own either this or that ... It is the far near and the far near! ... a paradox I became addicted to tormenting pain, returning it or tormenting it !!! It has become the title of my life ... one of you may say, we have never read a title that resembles yours, and we have never known griefs that resemble yours ... I will never go in the sea of love without falling, but my life will never be a book of tears .
I may be in pain until the end, but I will not break .. Perhaps I will cry from the beginning, but I will not lose ... I am between water and fire ... I may fall someday, but I will never bend.
... and those who want to lead the orchestra should turn their backs on everyone.
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