In the shadowed corridors of yesteryears, my spirit recoils from the ghastly specters of bygone betrayals, their gnarled fingers clawing at the vestiges of my resolve. I flee, a fugitive soul adrift on tempests of memory, yet the abyss of antiquity yawns ever wider—a maelstrom of sorrows where each desperate stride but tightens the serpentine coils of anguish 'round my weary heart. Forsooth, the faces of those who wrought deceit linger as pallid portraits in Time’s accursed gallery, their whispers a dirge of forsaken oaths, whilst I, ensnared in this carousel of woe, seek solace in oblivion’s embrace, only to find its gates barred by the iron chains of remembrance.

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“When someone asks me what’s wrong but I genuinely don’t know I js have so much built up sadness within me so I js sit in silence with tears running down my face”

- حُِضنةَ ألعُِشاكَ مِابيهُِا حِرَامَِ
أليحُِبَ من محُِبَوبَتِةَ يفِصُلَ غطّاِهَ .
- أفِرشلِيَ أيدِكَ رِوَحُِيَ نعّسِانِةَ أِردَ أمِوتَ مِوتَي حُِقَ ولأِ تدِورلِكَ عَِذرَ أليمِوتَ بشبگُِهَ يتسجُِلَ شهُِيدَ ألحُِبَ شِفيعَ ألعّاِشكَ بيِومَ الحُِشرَ .
- أحُِضنَي أنِا ضِلوعَِي مُِشتاگِةَ ألادَيِكَ
وأبقىَ حاِضنَي أبِدَ لأتعُِوفنَي
لأتِذبَ روِحُِكَ أِذبَ روحُِي عّلِيكَ
وأخُِليَ هَِايَ ألنِاسَ كُِلها تشِوَفنِي .