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)
- Published: December 12th, 2017 10:38
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Thoughtful.
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