the house that I carry..
the house that's with in me...
the need of my own house..
that's being the drive of me..
wonder...
not that it is real..
like all of this I believe I don't believe in you any more..
not that I had any hope in you..
you are mean,harsh..as if your sweet and kind..
I stay away as if you don't exist..
your invincible defeat..
your invisible conquest..
you live your life as if it yours..
#write_from_pictuers
#at_maha_masoud_art_page
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