again

here

I want to throw it out, and start again.

If I knew what I knew now!

and what I am still to learn..

 

Will it be better?

Will I be better?

 

Why should I inflict myself unto others.

Inflict myself on ME.

 

Death.

 

Make myself an Angel,

because that is what everyone becomes,

SAINTLY.

 

I want to live.

And live well.

But how?

 

How do I come back from this?

My Demons and Desires follow me.

 

I'm a SELFISH Soul.

 

I don't want to BE because I don't want to hurt others.

 

BUT

 

In pleasing others I am hurting ME.

 

What is right?

 

JUSTICE

 

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  • Author: here (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 12th, 2017 10:38
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