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    Яαgιи Яαvєи
    Cairo, Egypt
    Wanting people to listen, you can't just tap them on the shoulder anymore. You have to hit them with a sledgehammer, and then you'll notice you've got their strict attention.
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You reach a certain point when the words 'I care' don't mean shit to them anymore; when they start to question your true intentions; when they begin to feel that the best description of you is to name you a puppeteer, a person who strives to declare himself as your rightful owner.

Sweet talk is easy; a string of words fitted to change the course of another person's thinking. I hate sweet talking and I've always believed that words that fall along the lines of sweet talk are probably synonyms of the word bullshit quoted from the thesaurus book we use to stabilize the kitchen table.

Suddenly your image becomes faded and the people you've most cared for begin to question you and everything that you ever stood for. That is also the point in time when everything that you've worked for and done for the sake of that person falls into that same thesaurus page. You never wanted to change their course of thinking. You just wanted them to understand.

You think that everybody loves you and respects you, but she doesn't. Perhaps you should have crucified yourself in order to make them believe you.

To her you're a fraud… but you don't care anymore.

You're only a thesaurus page that people will now refer to whenever they feel betrayed.

The only problem is that you still do it gladly.

The only comment on this post is an excerpt from the very same post:
"The only problem is you still do it gladly"

It's my blog. i.e. personal batteekh!
I have nothing to hide.
I am just that comfortable with everything I am about. :)

You really have a nice and impressive blog!!! Congrats!

Thank you nuri

to her he is the only thing he prove himself to be: a fraud, maybe that's what he is, maybe she just didn't look into things more. but the question here is: what he has proven himself to be, what does he think of himself? is she rith to think of him as she does? does she really think of him this way? has he even asked her?

*Sigh*

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