RUMORS OF EMPRESS THE WAR DEVIL

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~screenshots of zahra~'s liver niche

wind across the soul, cool and soothing, singing birds leave a peaceful, green shade trees along the way leaving a beautiful and beautiful impression in view.

ever felt the heart ache and pain because of a deep disappointment, until the hand of God moved the body somewhere? the self can only trace every destiny that has been determined, traverse the path in solitude, each path filled with anger mixed with disappointment in the burning soul, until the figure he is present enters the circle of life

step by step starting, worthy of its chicks that look very frail and limped trying to keep flapping its wings to fly high hoping to be free in the open sky, free, in a world that is somewhere and like?, only anger in the soul is tempestuous as the spirit to keep trying and trying

the presence of a figure that feels very disturbing when first met, leaving a sense of uneasiness and hatred in the soul, as the rotation of the time gradually began to make the soul accustomed to the presence of his figure, as the, making the niche of the heart begin to try to accept its presence.

together stepping across every boundary, becoming an extraordinary partner figure together in every way, passing every problem, grasping his hand gives strength to one another, to keep moving forward.

every thing that comes to pass begins to feel so extraordinary when together with him, along with him like a palanquin in the soul, feels the heart begins to lift a hope in God, he said, can his figure continue to be present in every journey of life?

sad, poignant and in order to traverse the recesses of the heart, as if the soul rejects this game.the heart asks who should be blamed for this situation? would it be wrong if the heart felt a glimmer of happiness? why would God do all this? what mistakes have you made in the past that you have to be present in the middle of a game that God created? tiring heart roared😖

can God see sadness in us even just a little bit? can God allow himself to continue to feel happy with himself?

heartbroken in every solitude, remembering the soul who will no longer see his sweet smile, his warm embrace, and the grip of his strength.

what will happen to me? when will I have to separate from her figure?

~Ara lie pang/zahra alexandra~

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