I love Arabic and I have for so long. It's a large part of me. Can be very mystical at times. However, Ive shunned it away for a long time. Except for the broken decapitated limps of the sentences I use in general engagements with others I feel afraid of it. Embarrassment from self manifestation through.
I. Young, raw and weakened. I fear it. Words cannot simply explain all bursts I have. But then it was never bad nor corrupt neither was I. Call it maturity? But really it's escapism.
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