Although I have never been to Baghdad but there are moments when I feel like crying because I miss the Baghdad that I lived in songs , books and poetry ... I miss Baghdad when I miss my childhood , the clear truth , the clean love and the sweet longing to my childhood hero who always had an Iraqi accent and an arab face ,,,, I cant explain that but the longing is killing me ,,, I miss you , I miss you a lot ,,, is not that enough?
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