What is freedom but the lofty dreams of a twelve year old that knew nothing about the world yet wanted to flee from it?
What is the future but broken promises to an older self that you know nothing about but they know all about you?
What is time but every shaking breath that is taken right after awaking from a dream that meant nothing?
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الشعرEverything is in shambles, but that's just how it is with nonsense writings. It contains (very) short stories, poetry, and just words in general that are strung together and might or might not hold some meaning. Basically anything my sleep deprived...
