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that story about person wake up...... he lost some thing ......... let see what that thing
I hope to engoi ........
Some day I weak up at morning and I can’t feel him.
I look every where and I don’t find him.
I ask every one about him no one known him.
I set in my shier and think where I lost him.
I start to cry, I feel so bad my life is finish.
I lost my personally, he is know me he life’s whit me.
If I lose him, I will disappear. I am nothing whiteout him.
Some voice in my head tell me don’t give up… don’t cry.
You make him not he makes you. He is can’t disappear from your life.
Believe him, and your life’s become perfect.
If you do that, you can find him. That is the idea.
Your mind turns right, lift, up and down. What she is talk about?
Who is disappearing? What is she lost?
Don’t think too mush! It is simple.
I tell you what it is … I tell you what I lost…
I lost my dream… In which way we lose dream? That is simple thing...
The people who are not believe in their dream they lose it. They are not doing any thing to keep it inside them. They lose it in simple easy way.
Let me tell you some word:” Wind moves dust”.
You agreed for what I say to you? If you. Do that:” Our dream must mead from stone not dust”. That is the strong dream.
At last you know my story… what is about your?!
maya al khaldy هل ستستطيعي ايجاد نفسك ؟
التعديل الأخير تم بواسطة sofeya ; 10-01-09 الساعة 07:47 PM