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Mennah al Refaey
Born
in Egypt
August 28, 1997
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“And sometimes, just sometimes,
out of every hundred; you are shinning
on the inside. Sometimes
sometimes, on the same day,
universe decides to reflect you on the
outside, it decides to shine too ,So
you put a smile on your face, take a
walk and watch it sharing your
happiness, sharing your light ,breath
it all in, take your boost and let the
world lift you up till you actually
believe that it has your back ,take the
gift and take your credit, even if it's
not your wings, cause this universe
only reflects back, it gifts back, it's
fair but it isn't an initiator. And
maybe, just maybe if you believe in it,
it will believe in you too, maybe then
when it's raining on you, when it's too
dark, when rock bottom gives you a
concussion, you will look up with
faith, and out of all the things
showering on your head, you will find
your favorite one, you will be gifted
with stars,
ones that can reflect on your inside,
ones that can light you up back”
―
out of every hundred; you are shinning
on the inside. Sometimes
sometimes, on the same day,
universe decides to reflect you on the
outside, it decides to shine too ,So
you put a smile on your face, take a
walk and watch it sharing your
happiness, sharing your light ,breath
it all in, take your boost and let the
world lift you up till you actually
believe that it has your back ,take the
gift and take your credit, even if it's
not your wings, cause this universe
only reflects back, it gifts back, it's
fair but it isn't an initiator. And
maybe, just maybe if you believe in it,
it will believe in you too, maybe then
when it's raining on you, when it's too
dark, when rock bottom gives you a
concussion, you will look up with
faith, and out of all the things
showering on your head, you will find
your favorite one, you will be gifted
with stars,
ones that can reflect on your inside,
ones that can light you up back”
―
“And my biggest fear would be forever
missing a piece. You see our story was
never complete, and it's supposed to be
finished but you haven't yet heard all
of me.
So listen because my biggest fear would be missing out on how it
truly feels . I will forever miss a
touch though i never tried it on my
face; i might miss how cold it is and i
might miss how warm it left me, i might
miss how it perfectly traces every line
and i might miss how it gets lost
everytime. I will forever miss a hand
that held my heart, one that only
learnt how to wave goodbye, one that
only learnt how to part, i will never
know how your fingers interlaced with
mine, though i have been always sure
that they fit perfectly inside. And I
know i will definitely miss waking up
to your eyes, i will miss knowing they
see right through me, i will miss
having that subtle silent stare
reassure my heart. And a very long
playlist will go to waste, no slow
dancing not on the kitchen floor and
never once in the rain.Just know I
already miss having your back, but you
are the one who turned yours and i
don't know if i should ever forgive
that.”
―
missing a piece. You see our story was
never complete, and it's supposed to be
finished but you haven't yet heard all
of me.
So listen because my biggest fear would be missing out on how it
truly feels . I will forever miss a
touch though i never tried it on my
face; i might miss how cold it is and i
might miss how warm it left me, i might
miss how it perfectly traces every line
and i might miss how it gets lost
everytime. I will forever miss a hand
that held my heart, one that only
learnt how to wave goodbye, one that
only learnt how to part, i will never
know how your fingers interlaced with
mine, though i have been always sure
that they fit perfectly inside. And I
know i will definitely miss waking up
to your eyes, i will miss knowing they
see right through me, i will miss
having that subtle silent stare
reassure my heart. And a very long
playlist will go to waste, no slow
dancing not on the kitchen floor and
never once in the rain.Just know I
already miss having your back, but you
are the one who turned yours and i
don't know if i should ever forgive
that.”
―
“I will run every mile, i will save
every line, i will say i reached the
top and i will fall back down standing.
I will write down every thing, the good
and the bad,I will wake up one day and
go back to the start. I will notice
that the good ones were nothing but my
beautiful lines, were everything painted
by my mind. I will notice that the bad
ones were nothing but pieces of my
pain that should have been crumbled and thrown away the first time i started to
rain. I will leave home and i won't
mind, i will miss some beating pieces
but i will survive.the sky will stay
in place, mountains won't shake and my
mind will go nowhere.the stars will
take my side not yours, and the new air
in your chest will feel forever cold. I
will donate a piece of my heart to hurt
you forever and a lifelong lasting
question about what you have lost.My
hands won't ever fit in yours and my
faith says that crown on your head will
hurt you the most.
One day i won't overlook anything
anymore. One day i won't remember
anything anymore.I will stop
pretending i'm ice cold and i will
learn how to be strong.one day I will
grow out of this, i will grow out of
us.”
―
every line, i will say i reached the
top and i will fall back down standing.
I will write down every thing, the good
and the bad,I will wake up one day and
go back to the start. I will notice
that the good ones were nothing but my
beautiful lines, were everything painted
by my mind. I will notice that the bad
ones were nothing but pieces of my
pain that should have been crumbled and thrown away the first time i started to
rain. I will leave home and i won't
mind, i will miss some beating pieces
but i will survive.the sky will stay
in place, mountains won't shake and my
mind will go nowhere.the stars will
take my side not yours, and the new air
in your chest will feel forever cold. I
will donate a piece of my heart to hurt
you forever and a lifelong lasting
question about what you have lost.My
hands won't ever fit in yours and my
faith says that crown on your head will
hurt you the most.
One day i won't overlook anything
anymore. One day i won't remember
anything anymore.I will stop
pretending i'm ice cold and i will
learn how to be strong.one day I will
grow out of this, i will grow out of
us.”
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