We got april fool'd so hard.
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Put your lips on my lips, I'll remember your kiss
On the nights when I miss you, uh-uh
Something I can't forget when I'm restless in bed
Yeah, you got me obsessed, hmm-hmm-mmm
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Oh no, how dare someone hide their identity and fake their death in the "hide your identity and fake your death" genre.
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Haifa always felt like sickness to me, ever since I can remember it was always the hospital in Haifa and the dirty windows and my sister laying on the bed with the sounds of the machines all around us.
Haifa always felt like sickness to me, but on the way back home from the hospital when I saw my sister for the last time, barely awake on the bed as my brother and mother were crying over her and whispering in her ears, while she struggled to open her eyes and tell me she loves me and to simply live, after I choked on my own words kissing her all over telling her how I'll come to see her again, after leaving it all behind not being able to turn my head around to look at the hospital that I spent many of my days and nights in, the place that my sister herself spent half her life in, it felt like nothing, Haifa didn't feel like sickness anymore, Haifa was suddenly empty.
Maybe she's not dead just yet, it's fine, sometimes she takes longer treatments in the hospital, this time it might be an especially long one, she's not in a grave six feet under the ground, no, it's just simply another day without her while she's still breathing in her hospital room, probably talking to mom or eating some cake that my brother brought her, and I'm simply waiting for her to come back cause this time for some reason I'm not allowed to stay with her and sleep on the hospital chair by her side or even visit her, but I'll keep waiting, cause she will come back eventually, she always does, she always comes back from the hospital to our home, to me waiting for her standing at the front door.
Something is telling me this time around I'll be stuck here waiting for her for far longer than ever before, but I'm waiting nonetheless, she'll come back, coughing still, but she will come back to me as she always did and say "hey my love".
"يا حبي خليك"
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