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MOHAMMAD SKATI


Sadness


I do not blame you for being sad, but I do blame myself for not making You happy anytime and anywhere, I do my best to make you happy, but I have to make happy and different, If the whole world makes you unhappy and And makes all of us unhappy, then it's not My problem and it's not my dilemma.

Submitted: Monday, November 25, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, November 26, 2013
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  • Imagine Whatif (11/25/2013 11:24:00 AM)

    show me an infallible man, and i'll show you a liar. a life without problems is a contradiction in terms. i love my problems, especially the biggest pains in the neck for they are only proof of how deeply my love runs through the source.
    balance in all things. love the process of love and loving. i know i do. (Report) Reply

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