Sympathy Cards Arabic

When I met you?

true love, my love,
and yet, when I met you?,
Did you know you recognize anything?

represents your role in the tragedy of my life,
sided with those who destroy
wanting to be on my side.
Thou great lover, as many presume that the same thing, only
lover in your circumstances, your pocket,
great lover of your prosperity, your pride.
Of that, about that same thing you accused me me.
What pride?, You see.
My pride is that I trampled, including you?
Life
just giving them reason to how you put your prosperity
material ahead of any other, always in discussion, questioned
always deservedly growth. It
ingrown not witness anyone
only own lips that attests,
own lips alone, never
another mouth, larynx another companion.

When I met you?
I wonder that myself, the unknown,
the final ruling is that it more forcefulness
for more knowledge,
and knowing that I will never know!,

never even know me you should give it forever to .
There are two distinct species in this species ours:
the majority, to which you belong,
and examine all of the material triumphs;
and those who lost,
those minorities who play them play the role of losers, when in fact
triumph over all of you
and never repaired at no laurel wreaths
do not even own.

When I met you? Dusting

which do not have to divest himself
it falls.
check up my phone number,
with yours always hidden, as you had always

intentions all who belong to your species.
We never met. You were just
another drag on the road last forever

toward being self concluible
and only with death.
What I made you grow?
I have no doubt. However
you were one of the many
that jumped to my hump or her, I constructed,
Hump
impediments to that office, we carry
with those of my kind.
But still we reach the goal!
And the goal is the increasingly accurate knowledge
of what he has or has no value in this life,
in all lives. Attempting

depart I know anyone
not all PhDs and doctors
land with all its universities and states!;
to give as judged invalid value in your career
insane nonsense in pursuit of fame. Attempting
the real art:
This bare all purposes to the full day
all consciousness.
Man consists of nothing more than that,
as we always were, even as we hide,
marginalized, silenced,
minorities who were sacrificed to the ignoble fame of others,
you, those majorities in all the estates,
you belong. I just see blood

roses snow deflowered my soul

consoles