bless for you who do not see. that's what i thought. better to live in world with closed eyes not to see the cruelty, the unfairness, the dehet black color over the little white point.
it is difficult to open eyes and to do something, to fight, to become wounded, to heal and fight again.. it is more difficult to say something than stay silent..
it seems, that i am loosing the pieces of my family.. slowly parts of the rest become sick and rotten, slowly they are falling down to my feet where they scream while getting sliced by the good energy into pieces apart from my body, like leaving feelings, like good memories, like everything i was hoping for..
it is easy to turn back to them, to do not talk with them, to tell them to go and not to return.. but it is very difficult to forgive, to do not play the same game as they play..
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