I’m imprisoned, but I’m free in Illusion

I\'m imprisoned, but I\'m free. |

rdict everywhere in the simplest things.

Days and months passed and passed and in moments of panic went from fear to pain, from darkness and honest unity to lies accelerated heartbeats, betrayal, hypocrisy, and deception.

Hatred and hatred are all bad things that I carry for this life or the wrong side of it, which is human beings or whatever to say that, and he has a grudge against the hypocritical, false, deceptive and arrogant society, Ive seen things I never imagined would happen. In the dark past, I remember my teachers making fun of me and the rest of the students, and I didn realize it until I went out for this nightmare.

I was very young and my little hand was shaking and preventing my tears from falling, and I denied what my teachers told me was my screams without it being inaudible and loud inside repeating and repeating that I am not, then lowering my head…, I feel the heat coming out of my worn clothes, its twice as much as I still remember, and I still remember all these things because they are the ones that make me strong.

I repeat, and I say that if it didn happen to me, thats what I was here, I wasn sitting and I wasn telling my story. It hurts my heart, and I feel it. The wind I breathe turned into knives and stabbed me bitterly and bitterly every time I breathed, and if I thought more and went back to the events, I realized that this was the feeling. …

I heard Muhammad al-Ghumari say<>

This sound came back, I returned to my miserable state again….. I can even walk in front of people. I…I… I can even walk past people.

Im terrified of the way they watch me sweat on my forehead when I start talking, and I stutter when talking, even with myself, Im not crazy, but Im sane. I became an exile from this weak life, not stronger on something isolated from everyone, barely speaking only to myself as a prisoner but free in the hell of a life.

Between a night and a night, I became in love with grief, pale colors, calm colors, a wounded heart, winter, and rainy nights, ||||||| Its like Christmas, this period that I hope won go away and that youll stay on this life, my unhappy days.

I dreamed of smiling one day and smiling, not from my facial expressions, but from the bottom of my heart That was my dream, so you treat my wounds with this smile thats going to heal my wounds like nothing was going to happen An unspeakable life thats hard for everyone, but I loved it.

I exhausted my soul until I bled from crying I wish I hadn lived my life, and I wish I had.

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