I planted the seeds of my sorrow in this...

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I planted the seeds of my sorrow in this forgotten and barren land. Watered with tears I couldn't swallow and blood from my weary hands. Oh the harvest that was to follow, as roses from Arabian sands tell tales of a better tomorrow, and hope in my Maker's plans. ~Suhaib Rumi

Maybe what I'm hoping for isn't even possible to...

Maybe what I'm hoping for isn't even possible to happen, but it's hope I'm living on. And I prefer to live and die hoping, than living and hoping to die.

-sadia/@silllydiaries

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