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No money, No rights to dream.

Where do you live is a grave for those broken dreams you collected all your life. Many talents ? you can't even used them in a shitty place like this.

A country that follow injustice.
They are killers, they killed all our dreams.

Where stupid rich people can have it all, and the educated ones with better values can have no more.

Your family? they piss you off.

Poeple are knocking you down from every side,
they don't let you see one shine of the light.

Friends ? they are leaving, each one of them. Seems like depression is the only who wouldn't leave even if you want it to.

You' re so different from everyone else, yet you can't do anything about it. You feel like you are that single point out of a circle. you don't belong here!

Being a girl ? is making it a lot worst.
Who's fault? The selfish community.

The one?. No way you can find it here, the world is too big and the corner you live in is misunderstanding you, mistreating you, upsetting you.

You have nothing to do but pray to god to make the impossible possible.

Thinking about your futur is making you so lost, you thought to yourself, why did I even grow up?. Why did I open my eyes to see this miserable world full of darkness and unhumanity ?.

Where to escape ? to whom you can run ? where to belong ?.

There's no escape, you can't even move, you have nobody.

You have nothing to do but to give up, to stop trying, to live the life you are meant to live. to be someone so far from being yourself. to finally end up dissapointed instead of happy. to let go of everything you imagined you could be, but you just couldn't be, for many reasons. You turned out to a dream killer too, but you let it bleed.

You shouldn't put a hand in that crime.

You shouldn't put a hand in that crime

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Yes! I said it all. I'm letting them read all about it. I used my pain as a source of strength, I turned it into power! into art, and I'm not gonna stop until I get to every lost soul out there! I'm not gonna stop until I reach every heart, until I live in every mind, until I could be read by every eye.

I'm not gonna stop until I get what I want and what I deserve.

Until I make myself proud.

Ilhem

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Ilhem

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