I made my promise. I stood in front of him and prayed for my dreams. With my eyes closed, my illusion widened, providing me a new strenght to keep going. He didn´t tell me nothing. No words were spoken, no gestures in his face, but I got the message.
Endure the pain, forget the past and rewrite the future
Past is plenty of mistakes, and my present is bulletized by stings of pain. It is time to be strong and revolve my existence. Rewriting my future and making me proud of it is my only duty, my destiny.
This is what I promise, this is my Aasman Kasam.
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