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to you who have to shrink and hide who you are in order to be loved, accepted and worth something
you are worth so much more. you give out so much love and yet why you don't love yourself. have a courage today, it is time to love yourself, and the right people will come to you.
- excerpt from a book I’ll never write #7
Ludzie szepczą, że kozakiem mam być, wszystko mi jedno,
kiedy padam na ryj, to widzę piekło
znowu palę tych ludzi i pale przeszłość
czy to ja jestem zły czy ludzie pieprzą
stawiają mi kłody, a ja na twarzy mam krew,
to droga krzyżowa a góra tak daleko tam jest
dodaj mi siły, Panie padam i nie podniosę się
bez Ciebie jestem słaby, patrz jak tracę cały ten sens.
/MePrzemko/
aaya woh phir nazar aise, baat chidne lagi phir se, aankho mein chubtha kal ka dhuwaan...
I often wonder what happens inside her mind. She stares at the wind. When the wind blows and the high-pitched sound can be heard between the branches, her eyebrow twitches unconsciously. Flowers don't make her happy, yet withered petals on the ground does make her feel warm inside. I wonder why she grows so fond to broken things. Then I blurt out to her, "You have lonely eyes. Why you always seem so sad?" Something moves inside her eyes, like she's giving much thought into the question. She raises her head to me, "Does storm look sad to you?" I have no answer to that.
- excerpt from a book I’ll never write #9
When you nightmares wake you at night but it's also the one that keeps you company day and night is all the same because you live your nightmare day and night
- excerpt from a book I’ll never write #7
been facing our own darkness alone for god-knows how long so that it’s kinda odd to let someone in and see how mess up it is.
- excerpt from a book I’ll never write #8
how would you feel to have nightmares with eyes open?
- excerpt from a book I’ll never write #6