I want someone there to talk about my heart and my emotions. Because it torture me I feel like I'm drown by this emotions and feeling.
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I want someone there to talk about my heart and my emotions. Because it torture me I feel like I'm drown by this emotions and feeling.
I don't want this kind of painful thinking of someone who gives you life to complete you and then suddenly he is gone and the worst is you can't find this man anymore, you can't touch him anymore, you can't hug him anymore, you can't reach him anymore. I just want to end my life before he ends up just to make him survive but I can't because I want to be with him because I love him so much, I treasure him so much I can't find someone else if he is gone but what should I do? I always keep praying just to feel him safe from the bad people. And how I wish that I'm there to protect him if it happens.
It does not happen yet but it already torture me. I don't like this kind of vision and feeling to someone who I love.
I love you more than I love myself.
She woke with her feet and back aching. The trials and tribulations she had been facing felt like the culmination of all her past woes mixed into one large mixing bowl. Tragedy, comedy, drama, suspense, romance, mystery science, education, nature, even more than she could label, arose unannounced and threatened to swallow her.
Though life had always nawed and chewed at her she would reach down and find her strength. Some hours she was barely able to muster the courage however she always found the willpower to put her hands out and tame those fangs, there by pulling herself out of those vicious jaws. Every time she thought about giving up or giving in she would look inside herself, her mind, her spirit. She would listen, knowing what fate would be if she surrendered. This always made her fight more no matter how deep the mouth or sharp those teeth she knew something they didn't. Her own mind, her own self, her own purpose. Knowing who she was and what she was and was meant to do, it saved her every time. She knew where not to look back. She knew how to see onward, past the tests or fears people or her own mind imagined. Through all the snares and traps some obvious others placed well hidden among the flowers on her path. She had always seen things differently than others and that can be the most difficult thing to battle. She was alone in her authenticity. That, so often, was dangerously terrifying. It had left her so very alone the majority of her existence. The few allies she had been fortunate to meet never left her mind or her soul. This is what she desperately held on to and urgently needed to be passed down to others. Nothing was ever easy, especially when a microscope is placed upon your head and others do not understand the specimen. For that only invoked, worry, jealousy, rage and many other feelings from the swarms that did not understand. Yet, she had to forgive them because she knew that they could never see the way she did. To them her laughter and lack of tears were Insanity. More often confused with acute madness. However it did not harden her heart against them, nor did it change her out look of the beauty and endless possibilities that were everywhere. They wore glasses but we're still blinded to the power within her. They only saw their way, and sadly most of that way was riddled with the ugly Insanity they accused her of.
So probing and poking and inspecting began. Little did they know this time was different for she had grown so much since they had the opportunity to know her now. Why? Because her mother had gifted her with the generational gift of sight. Unknowing she had sharpened this tool as a natural defense mechanism. It was her who the greater Powers had chosen to pass on life, light, and love itself to the world. She was now a soldier fighting for that life and she would never stop, never surrender. Even when abandoned, broken, and scarred she forged through barriers. She had no choice but success. Life depended on it and life was all that mattered. Life is now her life's purpose.
MY TRUE STORY
If fate denied us then, don't worry because we are resbaked by fate now.
when I was 15 years old, I didn't believe in love and I didn't want to be hurt like others, but when I was in grade 10, I was jealous of my friends because someone would deliver and pick them up. and one of my friends said that I should also try dating and for about 3 days I also thought about it and finally I'm ready to date but the problem is that no one is leading me astray so I have trouble finding HAHAHAHAH no way. A month later nothing happened and I tried to create an account maybe there would be blessings and then I saw me on my fb friends list and I waited for a few minutes to see if he would chat but still nothing but I haven't He also gave up on one of my main accounts and chatted with you.
and he said in the chat that I have many accounts and I said more than one. and he didn't chat with me anymore, I just let it go but at night he chatted with me when I asked if he was drinking. I said he didn't send me a picture with alcohol. I didn't reply because I fell asleep and the next day I said good morning to him I asked what time he came home last night he said it was around 10 pm until we had a lot of conversations and one day he asked me if I have a boyfriend I said no and back It's normal that after almost every day of our chat, I'm completely in love with him HAHAHHAAH who can't fall in love I always update.
One day he chatted with me saying that I could accompany him to where he was going and I agreed while we were traveling. He asked me if I could be his girlfriend and he said yes and I thought there was no forever HAHAHH Until it was 1 year and 6. We have been months.. THE END
Written by: cheradee garde
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