How is it fair for me Ya Allah. I know I deserve this but my
pain also meant a place to channel. My regrets. My stupidness. My fate. It is
valid to address.
While I’m aching , my chest hurt and sad thinking of you, you were happily
talking to her. Talking bad about me I think, on how stupid a girl can be.
Maybe even laugh, thinking you’re winning. Came to my country, suck out our money
and transfer to your poor country. Also suck the life out me. You’re cruel.
Your people are stupid, hence you never peace. Your people leave, when hard
times coming to your country, you people run. You people numb your hardness by
drinking. I am so stupid thinking I can make a life with this kind of behavior.
Straight spelling out stupid. Yes, you people win that. We treated you like
humans, fighting for your right , seek protection from my country. And in
return, this is what we got.
I treated you right. I showered you with my unconditional love because you came
to me with pity. Wanted to be saved. Fuck you. This pain is never ending. I
will rant and keep continue to rant until nothing left to rant. Allah saves me.
I don’t want to remember any of this anymore. Not the so called love, not the
affection, not the time spent. I hate you. I fucking hate you.
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