i feel broken and its okay it happends all the time , every singel day i trust the wrong ppl , and they just hurt me so much! im losing evey one i knew im just tired of thinking

no one cares about me like always but its just يجرح bc she was my bbf how she do this to me!!!!!

اسمك دانه او دانا ستان تاي محطيه الرابط بايو انا من اول صدق ودي اصير صديقتك مرا تجنني وكول كنت احسد صديقاتك بس كنتي تمرين بفترات صعبه وللحين اعتقد وكنتي تسوين ريموف ومن هالكلام وكنتي تصممين ايموفي ومرا مدحتي تصميمي وضفتك وصار بيننا كلام سطحي 

حاسس بقلبي كيف بيرجف ليك!

This was inspired by a poem by R. M. Rilke, published in 'Erste Gedichte' 1. Auflage 1913, no. XX. 
I have not found the English translation (if anyone can find it, or has a link, please let me know); here below the original German version and the Italian translation, made by Vincenzo Errante in 1929.
Picture is from Sharon Sprung, 'Windowpane' (2013).
[Again, I lost the Audacity project file of this track; so the finishing work is not the best - like the music itself, anyway].

Die Fenster glühten an dem stillen Haus,
der ganze Garten war voll Rosendüften.
Hoch spannte über weißen Wolkenklüften
der Abend in den unbewegten Lüften
die Schwingen aus.

Ein Glockenton ergoß sich auf die Au ...
Lind wie ein Ruf aus himmlischen Bezirken.
Und heimlich über flüstervollen Birken
sah ich die Nacht die ersten Sterne wirken
ins blasse Blau.

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Ardono i vetri sulla casa muta.
Tutto il giardino è un olezzar di rose
Alta distende sull’etere fermo,
tra i larghi abissi delle nubi bianche,
l’ali, la Sera.

Una squilla si versa sulle aiuole,
limpida voce di mondi celesti.
Furtiva, sulle pallide betulle
colme di sussurrii, vedo la Notte
che accende lenta nello scialbo azzurro
le prime stelle.

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