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Forgive & Forget.

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You say I forgive you but never forget the past.

And have that hatred in your heart 

And say oh yeah this person hurt me and I can't let go off the past 

Even tho you say it to yourself that it's alright 

You will always take your past as your worst part in your life.

But you forget about your amazing times.

And say I never had an awesome past.

You'll blame others for who you are 
But never appreciate those who made you who you really are.

You love blaming others but never think that you have changed because of who they were or are.

Think about yourself and say I am who I am and don't blame other nor yourself because you are a good person and a bad person . Nobody is perfect
So dont blame yourself and say it's my fault 
Be positive and say it was Allah's will and smile because it's sunnah.All Rights Reserved

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Forgive & Forget
Tue, Jun 21, 2016

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