Dear diary,
I don't know how much I missed it. I don't how much I missed its oxygen, nitrogen and hydrogen. I don't know how much I missed its green land
and high mountains. I don't how much I missed its spectacular and breath taking views. I don't know how much I missed its people and places. I don't know how much I missed its birds and streets. I don't know how much I missed its emptiness, yet fullness. I can't wait till the day all these fairies I was once told about in my childhood will come to my room at night and take me secretly back home...where I always belonged 💘 I live to love Syria and love Syria to live.....
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Pencil Traces
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