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White Rose
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He hated staying in one place, traveling is his passion, moving from place to place, experiencing different cultures and many more... He found his home in nowhere yet everywhere, he left a piece of himself everywhere
It was the first rain in Saudi Arabia after a long drought, it was like war, hitting against the road and everything it came in contact with. It brought back memories of cries, of laughter, of sadness, of lost hopes, of many nights surrounded by the fire, of many more... It brought back a nostalgia... It reminded him it was time to go back to where he truly belongs to... Its time to go back home


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She loves autumn, how the leaves fall off the trees, how everything moves in synchrony with the wind, how everything was at its pace... She was home, a place she couldn't really call home... She wanted something, to find something or someone who she can cling onto but for now, its just she against the brutal clutches of the world... A world she watched from the shadows 






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