AAs leaves fall down from it’s branch. Swinging with a wind blows, goes to a river of dream. When thought and memory fly away decide to journey to find reality. And the truth is always shrouded by thick heavy fog. I found my self survived from being stuck in the darkness. And started to face my shadows. To walk in this path as a good muslim and be proud of it no matter what.I realized that our life is to worthy for just a nothingness'. Then I’ve chosen this path...along with my friends...my families.
A lot of things happen...
It's me who really weaks and pathetic...but everyone thinks I'm stronger.
Thanks for accepting me as your Friend.
The Beautiful things for me is what they called about 'FRIENDSHIP'
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