Nightmares, nightmares, nightmares...
It seems that I'll never get rid of them. It doesn't matter how I could persuade myself during the day that life could be tolerable and even joyful. When the night comes, it shows me how I was wrong.
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Nightmares, nightmares, nightmares...
It seems that I'll never get rid of them. It doesn't matter how I could persuade myself during the day that life could be tolerable and even joyful. When the night comes, it shows me how I was wrong.
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I want you back in our childhood room , that lovely house in which none of us knew the meaning of nightmares...these days It seems that all had been just a sweet dream...
Posted by: Anonymous | November 5, 2006 09:06 AM
That was me!
Posted by: Fatemeh | November 5, 2006 04:38 PM
Dear Maryam
Why Nightmares? life is beautiful and one of its beauty is you. Believe me life is nice because of God and his kindness.
Posted by: maryam | November 6, 2006 07:17 AM