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Powerlessly sinking into the waters unknown fighting a world of continuous stones. Thrown hard, intense shaping a life. Skin is thickened by bruises an everyday strife. Drift away from the pressure, away from the pain, prefer to be lonely, than beat down again
Forgive again and again and again once more, how many times does one open the door?
IFF behavior has stayed just the same no one has the right to proclaim, growth or healing, a vision, a quest… a broken memory is all, all that is left.
Much Love 💜 Much Life
I love your writing.
🙏 thank you 😊