i am still missing a reason for some specific behaviour i have, unfortunately, possibility to experience.. purposely pitched twings under my walking legs, selfishness hidden behind the picture of an empty good words..
trampled dreams and ideas, family falling aparts, no warm hugs just poisoned words, tunnel minded thinking, all what we can see is the face of the others, unfortunately we cannot see our faces..
sadness walking with my in my heart, just there next to my father, walking hand in hand, disappearing far far in the horizon, no paw, no words, just silence and empty place..
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