Bismillah.
When you have very little time of your own, even a drive is a wonderful wonderful thing.
And I thank God for a car of my own.
:)
Tomorrow, lets take the long way, for another short escape.
Monday, June 23, 2014
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
near
Bismillah
I feel parched. My heart feels dry.
I feel worthless. As if my efforts are wasted.
I feel like I can't go on. Cause I can't see a path. Not here nor there.
My body aches from all the motions. But I feel stationary.
I don't know anymore.
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Sometimes it may seem dark, buy the absence of the light is a necessary part.
At least I've learned to cry again.
In desperate need of Ramadhan,
Nora
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