Every day I tell myself I should leave you alone
Yet every night I fail to do so.
Every day I decide not to text you, not to call you
Yet after few hours I text, I call.
Every day I know I should forget about you
Yet every day I remember.
I didn't go to the market to buy a papyrus or a galabiya the souvenirs I got from there are imprinted in me: my aching heart my confused...
Heart&Mind
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