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حلمي اقتناء سلاح

أفكار ودك تطرحها بس تعرف إن وين ما طرحتها you will get judged

نمط حياة متكرر

لما تمشي بس ما تدري وين وجهتك

What’s in my bag

Just someone standing alone at mile twelve waiting for a person who turned back at mile two

November The Fourth

She’s My Suicide - Black Angel

The darkness starts to call Adrenaline my medicine Defenses sway and fall No compromise, serene demise

أمقتك

You were once the blood that kept my heart alive Now you bleed through every poem i write