all right,
but still there
my
hopeless dismay.
And perhaps the problem is I have a rope too fragile to walk on. Or am I who has made up his mind to bear no weight. I let the consequences take over my mind, that left me feeling binding promises and too many people know he does not put on a brave face, and sometimes, even the sun. Feeling invisible is so routine and a sense that when you go, I have fear of not knowing how to adapt to someone really wants to help without wanting anything in return. The color of my days are dark, but my fault that I do is lock myself in my fear. I have fear that I break the hopes that I tear out the feelings, that dreams are unattainable. I have afraid to cry, because you may not be right, and I have fear of the whispers, then no one will hear my views.
do not know how to ask the sense of insecurity which is going to get rid of the apprehension. Learning not to continue life as if it were a puzzle to be solved, if not let little by little, the course takes me to the goal. After all, is supposed to always get the same place, the later the better.
Sometimes you have to pause and reflect, perhaps the point of view that still is not the proper perspective. Mine not it is. But I do not know how to get rid of much uneasiness therefore not worth the effort and begin to bask in what happened to me is bequeathing.
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