tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63079183514255476632012-02-09T04:41:26.220+02:00The Long road of recoveryezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.comBlogger611100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-10026399566977054312009-01-31T13:09:00.006+02:002009-06-16T02:37:59.707+03:00

Lets face it I'm in love again But actually this isn't an again You were always here for me And my crush on you was always there No matter how much I denied itYou always managed to reappear Lets face it people I'm in loveShe never failed or bailed out Just awaiting my OKJust keeping me on trackMy destiny is to stay lost Lost with you Lost in you

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-65958089463016959132009-01-24T14:52:00.008+02:002009-01-24T22:46:42.268+02:00

Three is a magical number Three is the number of my faithNot the catholic three My own threeTime Justice TrustJustice Trust Time Trust Justice Time These are my threeTime will heal everything Justice is the way to heal Trust is the potion to heal All I need is to heal Heal from this illness Heal from this addiction Heal from the blasphemyThe blasphemy of feelings I have one God And it's name

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-6645768862870016462008-12-29T21:57:00.004+02:002008-12-29T22:19:32.402+02:00

Recovering, but......Who is playing with my soul?I thought i was deadBut who is is taking me out from my sleep?First no existenceThen the spirit of a small child was takenAnd all of a sudden a humanoid silhouetteThe spirit looked baffledLooking all around and searching for the meaningAnother spirit was taken and joined the firstIt was of an old ladyBut Not alone the two spirits were mixedThe

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-54966065083392110342008-12-23T19:55:00.007+02:002008-12-23T20:20:32.326+02:00

Please don't judge me.Believe me it's harder to admit you were wrong again,Than being wrong.What are Romantic Males?Well we are just a small factionJust a few boys trying to be menHow do you distinguish us?Well simple:I saw you vulnerableI exposed my weaknessesSo you may know that even men do cryI saw you brokenI showed you my woundsSo you may know that you are normalI saw you sportyI laughed and

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-61193944763320910232008-09-17T22:22:00.002+03:002008-09-17T22:25:03.504+03:00

I'm sorry world but I'm back, :PLet's see where it will lead me now.Is it gona be another chapter in sorrow or just another Pazuzu mocking the pitifull humans :P

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-34936449471049237062007-05-26T12:05:00.000+03:002007-05-26T12:31:14.362+03:00

When a man diesHe disappears from the face of earthAll that remains from himA fading memory in the minds of the people that knew himA growing feeling of lose in their heartsA simple cold tombstone reminding earth of his passageThe same goes with loveLove have died in my heartAll I wanted at first was to forget and overcomeNow I fight the fading of that

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-44552258263519249792007-05-24T13:17:00.000+03:002007-05-24T14:16:17.730+03:00

Let me show u the good hospitality recognition of the Palestinians.Those people that didn't learn the first time (1975-1992) that lebanon is theres to play with.But started again to burn Lebanon.1. They stole a bank in northern Lebanon2. They killed around 10 Lebanese army soldiers in cold blood (they dicapitulated them)3. The army retaliated brutally4. The war on terror in Lebanon had a name war

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-86545166683861063512007-05-19T17:14:00.000+03:002007-05-19T17:22:48.529+03:00

Funny or not here it comesActually I don't get it, we pay billions for the awareness of the endangered species, and simply a well respected company like VolksWagen just symbolize the power of it's vehicle and space by putting an imprisoned or kidnapped elephant which is by no concept funny, I don't know correct me if I'm wrong

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-11808428832633336352007-05-14T23:08:00.000+03:002007-05-14T23:37:37.333+03:00

Sorry but this is something I keep repeating and visualizing in my mind, so why not share... :DAll though I believe in one GodBut two invaded my beliefsThe first is the God of fireCalling for revengeDemanding actionExpecting revoltThe second is the God of windCalming my angerDrawing stabilityEstablishing peaceWho will win?

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-75509092863325078772007-05-07T16:52:00.000+03:002007-05-07T17:08:17.039+03:00

Ok I know 10 days since my last post.Well it's simple I was way too busy to post, (but not read my blogofriends posts :P )And here is something I wrote, I hope it isn't too melancholic.....The day has cameThe day that I wished forThe day you say, let us be friendsThe words are lost in their meaningsWhat is friendship?Am I your friend?The immortal feeling of loveDidn't die, but it have been

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-24999977449914670362007-04-27T10:30:00.000+03:002007-04-27T11:41:11.626+03:00

Our liberator, the greatest party ever, the party that whatever he does is acceptable, and even divine, Hizbollah did it again.Sorry I rarely talk in politics but this time will be an exception.Again there holly war against the US and Israel have renewed.In July 2006 they kidnapped two Israelian soldiers, with no war declaration.Eldad RegevEhud GoldwassAlthough they promised that they won't do

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-21396004465738510592007-04-23T17:29:00.000+03:002007-04-27T11:30:58.963+03:00

Microsoft has launched a massive attack on Firefox (the Best browser ever :P)Hehe, anyway I really encourage you to use Firefox. It's way better than the stupid IE :P

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-26221946090855210392007-04-21T09:24:00.000+03:002007-05-17T23:49:16.898+03:00

A friend of mine sent me the sweetest love story ever:This 80 year old woman was arrested for shop lifting. When she went before the judge in Cincinnati he asked her, "What did you steal?" She replied, "A can of peaches." <!-- D(["mb","\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;color:black\"\>\u003cbr\>\u003cbr\>\u003c/span\>\u003c/font\>\u003cstrong\>\u003cb\>\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-65155490591222315282007-04-16T01:05:00.000+03:002007-04-16T09:32:28.091+03:00

Sorry But I was reluctant about what to post when i*maginate taged me (shut up I know I'm a week late) well I didn't know what to say (without loosing ALL my blog friends :S), but I finally decided to post it anyway.I was drunk once for 6 days on a row (the good old days :D)I still have all my GFs passwords (I did an excel sheet for it :P)My first kiss was when I was 13 or 14 I don't remember (

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-31938097191624136982007-04-11T09:51:00.000+03:002007-04-11T10:26:25.776+03:00

Days have passed since I last posted, and the reason is very simple I was very confused what to write.Well lets be simple, she left him (again) and was feeling very bad about that, as always I was the supportive friend.Let me tell you one thing ones of the hardest things in life is to see the woman you love cry for another man.And again she told me how wonderful I am, how good she feels when I'm

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-25964695372426624892007-04-05T10:33:00.000+03:002007-04-05T10:59:16.740+03:00

Hey well, I won't talk about my love life (or the lack of love life) to avoid the million scream from my dearest friends :P.....But I'll Post some pictures that a colleague and a friend (a girl ooooooohhhh) took.A little background:I had spent 10:00 hours at work and I was terribly tired, and she came to see me, when she found me she STOLE my phone (well I was asleep, but I can't post the picture

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-20701654272287389382007-04-01T02:39:00.000+03:002007-04-01T02:56:20.940+03:00

Today was our last encounter, well she left him, and me, she said that she left him because of me, but she loves him, not me. Sweet E told me to make her love me, I know now, that she never understood that word.I promise you that I will loveAnother womanI'm so tired of naming the worst feelingI'm so exhausted of remembering youYou asked me to make you love meI never imagined you stoppedThe only

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-71123438238352021652007-03-28T14:15:00.000+03:002007-03-28T14:20:43.410+03:00

Inspired by a movie I watched last night, and the unexpecteddevelopment in my lifeMy heart couldn't restUntil I convinced himThat my E is deadHe wore the black dressHe cried secretly all dayHe cried openly when I was his only crowdHe kept calling her nameBegging her to wake upBut E was deadHis morn seemed to be endlessThen the day cameWhen she woke upCalled him, and he didn't listen to meHis joy

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-83872207994060484332007-03-26T23:46:00.000+03:002007-03-27T01:11:02.742+03:00

Friday:Ok now let's start, the normal depressed weekend lured in the horizon, then I had a call, it was her the sweet E:Zou: Hey bannout (bannout=little girl)E: Hi kifak (kifak=how are you)Zou: Well I'm fine, never been better (lying of course)E: Well at least one of us is goodZou: What's wrong? Tell me maybe I can help.E: Not on the phone, can I see you tomorow? (tomorow=saturday)Zou: Well of

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-84015096592428954782007-03-22T10:22:00.000+02:002007-03-22T12:18:15.988+02:00

Well I rarely read a full article in the press, usually I read a few lines and then dumb it. But this one, is so true and puts the finger on the right spots.I dedicate it specially specially for S&D and i*maginate just to point to what guys are really like, and the ones she is stumbling upon are just some teenagers or immature (even old teenagers or immature) people.SourceHere are some picked

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-91614238257666657372007-03-19T22:26:00.000+02:002007-03-19T23:00:01.008+02:00

It has been 9 days since I last posted,Well this isn't a long while,Read what I wrote and you'll see why.Am I a masochist?I don't look to myself this wayA few days ago you calledI asked you to call me if you left himAnd you did callI knew that my path is longI knew that I'll have to regain youI knew that even the simple kiss must be regrantedBut I never imagined thatI'll have to work for your

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com41tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-24400824546875788982007-03-10T02:04:00.000+02:002007-03-10T02:56:26.911+02:00

Hey hey What the hell r u all doing here I said "Just for S&D" :PThis is for Sex and Dubai, just because I felt I should thank them or her, or them in her :P I don't know they confused me, and besides I just was waiting the perfect thing to say, so this card say it all :D, but I have one small favor S&D, please post cuz I'm so soooooo desperate to read your posts that I almost memorized the ones

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-53792156364469048642007-03-08T09:54:00.000+02:002007-04-17T10:24:28.783+03:00

I got addicted to this game but I never managed to pass the 8th level, tell me if u could.Play

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-84730350524566257302007-03-05T23:34:00.000+02:002007-03-06T00:06:46.590+02:00

"Kids! Accept Jesus Christ as Your Lord and Savior and Get a Free PlayStation 3!"I don't know if this is a joke or just some lame theft.Anyway, I had a good laugh I hope you do....If Christians must "fight" something, it's bad image not the so called "War on Christmas". These are the true pests in Christianity.

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-31565560038107659282007-03-02T22:54:00.000+02:002007-03-03T00:06:40.302+02:00

It has been two to three days since I last posted, part of it is because I was too busy at work, relatively in peace in my free life (I finally accepted my lose) and for the last part I got addicted to S&D's posts and others comments on them, anyway I really really got mad of the stupidity of men and/or the extremely deviated image that women have of them, so here are some rules I follow that I

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-12218439933051836312007-02-28T09:52:00.000+02:002007-02-28T10:04:30.269+02:00

What do u think you'll miss after a break up?Things that you never valuedLike the everyday pasionate kissLike the everyday first kissLike her genuine skin smellLike the feeling on your lips after a kissLike the wetness in your mouth before a kissLike her phone calls, that just wana see if i'm OKI ask myself every other minuteWhen did I get this much in love?Was it when we were together?Or when we

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-54159372058697423202007-02-25T23:08:00.000+02:002007-03-02T23:18:06.093+02:00

This weekend I managed to steal herFor two brief moments I succeededTwo days were my brief momentsFor two days, I would hear her whisperingIn my ear before I wake upFor two days, I would hear her talking freelyTo me, again about her, and her lifeFor two days, I rarely heard his nameNo more SJ, no more themFor two days I remembered how it feltTo hear her say us againTo see her smile for meTo feel

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-21107697343410181032007-02-25T00:25:00.000+02:002007-02-25T00:52:20.464+02:00

I'm sorry but there's something more important that came to my view now, more important than my personal problems.First I'm sorry that I'm a Middle Eastern, this is the first time I say it but now I'm sure of it.When I was surfing a bit on the web, I stumbled on a strange title: "A blogger has been sentenced to three years for 'insulting' Islam and one year for 'insulting' President Mubarak".Oh

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-24619058246754560972007-02-23T19:56:00.000+02:002007-02-23T20:11:05.356+02:00

One of many lostOne of my lost feelingsHope is that feelingWhat should I look for?Meeting another girl?How should I do that?Whenever I look to a girlI feel it's treasonFor 3.5 years I was loyalI couldn't even look to any otherHow can I start now?Can I start all over again?Do I have to?When you love someoneYou can't pass that feelingAnd move forwardForward where?I only have her in front of

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-38328022876769175352007-02-22T09:06:00.000+02:002007-03-02T23:19:21.653+02:00

Am I depressed or desperateAfter my previous knee problemsToday began my right armI can barely move itAnd it's hurting me like hellMy head is buzzing with one questionWhy not?Why shouldn't I kill myselfThe best thing that happened to me is dyingEven my memories can't compensate the lossMy memories are now a burning poisonAnd what do you think was the killer blowShe took my memories from meShe

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-84106349032408895342007-02-20T22:55:00.000+02:002007-03-02T23:33:07.789+02:00

Every time God create a manHe takes a handful of soilAnd as if he is kissing the unborn bodyHe blows life to the ashesThen he puts his hand in the new bornAnd pump his small heartBefore removing his handHe takes one of his ribsAnd the child cries of pain and lossHastily God reassures himHush hush sweet soulFor this rib is yoursFor you will breath to get it backFor you will breath her airFor she

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-67559891974909156412007-02-19T22:07:00.001+02:002007-03-02T23:20:53.452+02:00

Please forgive me dear EFor my peace will be on your tearsPlease forgive me dear EFor you have lost the friend I wasPlease forgive me dear EFor I know I caused you painPlease forgive me dear EFor I thought I will teach you a lessonPlease forgive me dear EThat I'm not half the man he isPlease forgive me dear EFor I'm not prince charmingPlease forgive me dear EFor I love now more than beforePlease

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-72626358829296324632007-02-19T19:57:00.001+02:002007-02-19T20:06:31.052+02:00

Every time I see her numberMy heart begins to dance in my chestAll my thoughts point to one thingShe left prince charmingAnd she wants JosephMy heart crashes on the hard answerNo sweety, I didn't leave himAnd I won't, in the near futureOh my god my life is justA roller coaster, I go up hangedBy my irrational hopeAnd I crash back on earthWhen the thin linesAre cut by all what I did to herOne of

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-40430236315026340022007-02-19T16:30:00.000+02:002007-02-19T16:34:06.497+02:00

Ashes to ashes said the priestAs he drew the cross symbol on my foreheadLittle he knows that I'm already ashesJust the skiny remains of manThe fire that burned meIs still under my skinNobody can see itBut it's consumingThe fading goodness in meThe far memory of hope in meAll I ask is to be freeFree of this painBack to peace

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-70922446743075257312007-02-19T16:23:00.000+02:002007-02-19T16:29:29.875+02:00

How short is eternity for youHow did the forever turn to 6 weeksYou say you loved meYou say you got throughYou say you love himI wish I can believe thatBut the love that fueled meIs now fueling the fire inside meI call for the power of loveThe power that is torturing me nowTo get you back to your sensesYou told me you didn't forgetThen please

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-59116275277414239712007-02-16T10:15:00.001+02:002007-03-02T23:13:33.736+02:00

I was a little boy in that timeNow I'm an old grumpy manI was enthusiasticNow I'll be lucky to keep my jobI had dreamsNow all I have is fading memoriesI had imaginationNow all I have are shattered thoughtsI used to think that love lasts foreverNow I know that this love burning me inside outI had herNow she has prince charmingI used to live for ENow I roam and wonderJust trying to keep her pretty

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-77803097312059293292007-02-15T22:42:00.000+02:002007-03-02T23:15:06.593+02:00

What was Gods greatest gifts to humanity?One ETwo Es smileThree Es kissFour goodnight kissFive the late night waking beside your loved oneSix the ability to loveSeven the ability to rememberAnd what did the devil create to retaliate?One SJTwo there disgusting relationshipThree the I have feelings for him wordFour the no more us wordFive the you are nit the one wordSix scotch whiskey to forget all

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-14505780645970773772007-02-15T14:47:00.001+02:002007-02-15T15:30:00.728+02:00

Cry cry little CupidFor your arrows hit the wrong guyLaugh laugh satanFor you claimed another soulSing sing death sirensFor I will fulfill your expectationsMorn morn sweet HelenFor you have lost your son's lifeFor you have lost your son's soul

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-45684645143473052732007-02-14T22:11:00.001+02:002007-03-02T23:30:41.553+02:00

I've lost hopeNo more waysNo more feelingsSo today will be the birthdayOf my fictional friendsOf my second lifeThat neither existNor likely to existIn that life I'll beIn that life I'll doWhat I wasn't, what I didn'tWith EMy friends will be what I missedWith EI'll even have a girlfriendThat I wish will representTo E what SJ represented to meWill she be hurt?I don't think soIf she willWhy is she

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-1503277479798087652007-02-13T23:33:00.001+02:002007-02-14T12:48:23.881+02:00

Do you think you won?You haven'tDo you think you are better than me?You areDo you think you have won her heart?You haveDo you think I'm a looser?I amDo you think I'm desperate?I amDo you think I love her?I doDo you think you won?You haveShe called you babyShe cherished youShe dream of youWith you by her sideI can't existI don't existNot anymoreI deliver her to youI beg you to take care of herI

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-67298635190043367152007-02-13T16:58:00.000+02:002007-03-02T23:33:30.771+02:00

I used to think thatAll I need to get her backIs to call herIs to talk to herIs to see herIs to hold herIs to kiss herI never imagined thatPrince charming will influence all what she doesWhen I called her all she could think ofS is going to callWhen I talked to her all she could think ofS and her talked on that subjectWhen I saw her all she could think ofS and her did this and thatWhen I held her

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-81865685314156582712007-02-12T22:35:00.000+02:002007-02-13T16:46:07.049+02:00

Now I'm drunkI wish I could stay like thisI've been drunk I've been highBut I wish I've never been in loveI love her so badThat I wish I never met herShe is so beautifulShe is so kindShe is so funnyThat I wish I never met herI wish Vanghoug was blindI wish Mozart was depthI wish Einstein was dumpThat I wish I never met herI love her i'll always didI love her i'll always do

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-89469688529544674392007-02-12T14:03:00.000+02:002007-03-02T23:23:17.535+02:00

I will give her her chance,I will pay for her happiness,I love her, I always did, I'll always do.Then the day cameHe decided that he would give EThe peace and tranquility that she requestedHe sweared he'll never call her againThat his mind will oppress his heartIf his heart bleeded to deathHe won't hurt herHe will disappearA month later she decidedTo call the TroubledSoul just to say hiAnd to

ezouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457043963656783363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307918351425547663.post-71779939544987894902007-02-11T21:02:00.000+02:002007-02-12T14:32:17.963+02:00

Today my sources got me two writings,I wish she reads them,It may move a feeling or two,I hope.What do you think?I refuseI refuse to go into your gameForgive me almighty GodFor I go against your wishesFor I refuse this already planned gameFor I want to kill the feeling insideIn front of you I rise and sayI rise and objectI rise and say it isn’t fairHave mercy on usYou who is

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I'm officially destroyed,That was my doing,But don't blame me for trying.Today was the last day of hopeToday is the first day in the rest of my lifeTonight I'll sleep hopelessI wish I can say what I feelShe literally dumped me tonightShe openly said that he is the oneHe is the one that she prefersHe is her priority nowAnd I amI am nothingI hope I'll die tonightI wish for a swift killWhy am I that

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Day after day I feel how evil my core is, now I know his address hisfriends, his major, just pray I won't do a foolish thingEvery snake has to drop her skin every once and a whileThat's how I see the situation at handI feel I'm dropping the skin that I wore for three years I'm getting back to my real meI feel that my blood is boilingI feel that my brain is corrupted I see darkness engulfing me My

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Six days till the D Day,will it be my first solo valentine.Do you believe in second chances?Well I don't anymoreSpecially in relationships I tried everything to get her back I called her on her mobileI called her home I tried to arrange a dateI even promised her I'll be her pet for eternityShe have my mobile numberShe have my phone number She has my email I gave her the address of this blogAnd I

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I wish I could keep my promises,I promised that I'll never call her anymore,I promised that I'll be there for her,I promised that I won't push her,I wish I could keep my promises. Yesterday I called her, I was half drunkToday when I woke up I swearedI sweared I will never call her againNo matter, how hard it isI won't do itWhy? It's simpleI prefer being hurt on bleedingI prefer sleeping late on

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This is the first lonely valentine in my life,this holiday never meant for me more than now,so excuse me for the huge depression.Today began the final countdownBut not for meFor him, for prince charmingFor three years I have been the oneThe one that gets excitedBut now he's the oneThe one that she will wish a loving lifetimeNot me, I'm left in the dustI'm just left behindWith my nightmaresAll I

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Do you think I loved her when I knew that I lost her,actually no, I got scared when I knew that I lost her.How much, is too muchHow deep in love should I beTo be deeply in loveThese days I can barely breathI'm smoking like an old diesel carMy heart beats are getting hard to continueI can't focus I jump from one idea to anotherToday I was on the stairs talking to a friendHe was talking about his

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The first time she saw me that's what she said,but left me a good man with ambition with a good job,but the downfall is happening and fast. Remember what was the first thing you said when you first saw meI remember, you said what a homeless drunk bastardYou were right, that's who I wasThen the look grew, and evolvedFor nine month we were friendsThen on wednesday the

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The snake in her pit doesn't deserve this punishment.I never thought that he can steal my dreams, hopes and memories.I have never seen prince charmingI have never seen his faceBut now he has invaded my memoriesWhenever I try to remember the good daysHe is presentI see him caressing her hairI see him holding her handI see him touching her lipsI see him kissing herPlease god make this stopNow I

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How bold can this invitation be, believe me i felt the lowest i can ever be, when she said don't you want to be invited to my wedding.A few days ago she asked meWouldn't you want to get invited to my wedding?Feelings of hatred, sorrow and nostalgia overwhelmed meNow prince charming has stolen my dreamsOr did I give them to him on a silver plateThat was my dreamHe took my fiancé, and now he's

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I used to get angry of her when she used to tell me do that, and don't do that, but now my eyes are open that when she used to tell me that was out of her patience not insistence.Why did she love me the first placeI'm not good lookingI'm not romanticI'm not richI'm not even specialI never gave her rosesI never wrote her poemsI never thought that she loves me because she is a loving personNow I'm

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Let me tell u how I asked her out 3/May/2003, after a week of hesitation I decided to tell her how I feel so when she asked me as a friend who is the one I secretly loved I told her that I'll give her 2 hints and if she knows I'll give her a present I told her that the first letter of my love's name is E and the second is ********(her last name).A wise man once saidThere is no soul matesFor

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What's the solution? Can anyone erase 3 and half years?We were together since 3/May/2003 till 1/Dec/2006, and we destroyed them for pure greed.Tonight I woke up in the middle of the nightBut I wasn't asleep, I just was staring to the roofI was thinking of the good daysWhen I was the one and the only one to call her babyI remember that I used to thinkThat we have our bad times and our good

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Tonight again I couldn't sleep until I wrote this, I cried for the life I lost for her boyfriend.I also imagined I saw her 5 years or so from now, living our dreams.I was walking a few days ago on the marinaEnjoying the nice breeze and the hot summer sunMany were doing the same some young couplesAnd a few families, with there kids running freelyI envy those families, then my eyes were fixedThere

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The next day I remebered our ultimate goal was to wake up side by side,So I immagined where will she be in 5 years, and what will she do.I woke up at 3:00AMI felt a warm body near meI remember that I was dreamingBut what was that dream?It was a sweet and peaceful oneIt was my first kissOh yeah that dream was a memory I hadIt was my first kissMy first loveMy hand carressed my mate's shoulderThen I

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I couldn't sleep that night,feeling sooooo hollow,wondering why do people love the first place,and what will happen to me,how can I continue.The angels praised the lordAnd begged him not to create that new feelingWhy create a new name of painWhy cause agony in the name of goodWhy give the pity humans that powerThe power to create and destroyThen the allmighty hushed them allAnd said I love

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This was the first thing I wrote,I wrote it after she told me she has strong feelings for her new boyfriend,One month after we officialy broke up.What if your competent is prince charming?What if your ex is your only love?What if your love is just a memory for her?What if you gained everything and lost her?What if everything you hated are now your best memories?Why is it the sweetest word for you

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I always hated blogs cuz I used to think that nobody reads them.  But I discovered how wrong I was when I found myself jumping from one blog to the other when my fiancé and I broke up. Anyway I read somewhere that the best way to overcome my crisis is write about it. When I did that I liked what I wrote, so I decided to blog it, I hope that I'll forget everything about this blog soon enough, cuz

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