وَدِق .

عزك بيبي

I am lost in thoughts too deep to explain and pain too silent to be heard  . 

- فَوَا صَبَاحَاهُ مِنْ شَوْقٍ طَغَى وَبَغَى
          عَلَى فُؤَادٍ بِهَذَا الحُبِّ قَدْ غَرِقَا . 

My past is still happening   . 

Not all prisons have walls; some are built from memories, regrets, and unanswered questions   . 

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