I was in Mecca and I looked around the people going there. Many of them displaying a lot more emotions than I can ever muster.
So much hope, so much relief, so much happiness that they've arrived to such a significant place. I stood there looking, wondering and envying. How does it feel to feel so much?
Then I got worried and asked for a new heart. This one's probably dead or numb.
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try to have a little bit of that uncommon common sense when u comment.
oh screw that. write anything.