I go to the airport and I&#39;ve had everything taken away from me because of the terrorists. People haven&#39;t realized yet, though, that we are at war.

I’m alone, going in the opposite direction. We’re on different tracks in more ways than one. All of a sudden the air feels thin and something heavy is bearing down on my chest. Am I really doing the right thing? The thought makes me feel helpless, isolated.

Conquer the enemy 
not 'to keep'
but wither away him.

A sneaky is always a freak. Beware! not to enroll them back into your life

Written By Sabeena azeem.

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