If the mere fact of writing something that we feel will help us get rid of the bad feelings ... would be so easy.
Here I am, years later and still trying to understand why I got into a well-sac. How
still hurts, it hurts.
And I can not blame anyone because I knew it, sensed it and even told me. I wonder if you are like me, who pay for me to "read the cards" and do the opposite of what the "seer" tells me.
should be in this hobby omnipontente one to believe that going to change another person. Or a masochist buried (or both) that pushes us into an abyss that has no stairs to climb again. A vortex that sucks in a vacuum unknown. Today
hurts more than yesterday. Yesterday
not remember.
But then things happen that pull me into the pit again and begin to revive it second by second.
And it feels like years ago. And sickening.
And they tell you you must forgive to move forward.
And you do not know how you try
And
He tries but fails.
And cries of rage and cries of sorrow
and understands nothing
is part of life, but understands nothing.
Here I am, years later and still trying to understand why I got into a well-sac. How
still hurts, it hurts.
And I can not blame anyone because I knew it, sensed it and even told me. I wonder if you are like me, who pay for me to "read the cards" and do the opposite of what the "seer" tells me.
should be in this hobby omnipontente one to believe that going to change another person. Or a masochist buried (or both) that pushes us into an abyss that has no stairs to climb again. A vortex that sucks in a vacuum unknown. Today
hurts more than yesterday. Yesterday
not remember.
But then things happen that pull me into the pit again and begin to revive it second by second.
And it feels like years ago. And sickening.
And they tell you you must forgive to move forward.
And you do not know how you try
And
He tries but fails.
And cries of rage and cries of sorrow
and understands nothing
is part of life, but understands nothing.
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