Hrană pentru minte și lumină pentru suflet. În fața Legii stă Kafka,. În spatele Legii stau androizii. Se tot aude cum bodogănesc unii. Tata mă așteaptă zilnic în oglindă. Albă, tot mai albă. Am dat-o jos fiindcă trebuie să merg în locuri și la evenimente unde nu se cade să apar neras.

Press pause on my life. Let me breathe for a while. Long enough to make me smile. So press rewind on all of this. Press fast forward on my time. With the promise it all works out. Tell me this is just a test.

You could do better,. You could do so much better. But you just sit there and let him. Rope you back in with 8 simple letters. Why you settle for something so redundant,. You deserve so much better;. And your countless sleepless nights? Is he worth the endless drama. And the never-ending fights? And you vowed to never go back;.

On the firm fresh bedded mattress in his parents house. Fumbling with his protection, you take it from him, then carefully place it on. Slowly, tell him slowly, he must take his time, be ginger it is the first time. Your nails drag down his back.

Be who you want to be. A while back I wrote a letter to the future me, in the post. Also, I think it could be good for the present me to hear myself say a certain few things, just as a reminder. To my dearest Jo,.

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Words Help Me Escape From The Reality! Thought of the Day! November 28, 2016. Thought of the Day! Kaira from Real Zindagi! November 27, 2016.

I hate to meet others word. I just wanna stay on the safe side. So I can cover myself up easily. I really enjoy my own world. Where nobody can see my mistakes. I have to cover myself up. This world is too crowded. Now I stay on my lonely word. Because nobody will see me again. I choose to life alone. How scared life without any healthy foods. Some fear will life inside.

Of the clouds, In 2017. We had our own sky. By floating, And creating. We need to clear our visions? Or, we need to clear the clouds? The sky is there. And will be gone no-where,. Until we are gone! What is the ultimate reason. To clear the sky? Or, To clear the vision? What is the sky? What are the clouds? Which ones are mine? And, which ones are thy-ne? Everywhere, so that we care, and its no rare, to include the clouds, in our prayer? Be aware of the clouds! And feel free to in.

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