Last night was painful. My rage wouldn't let me sleep. So I tossed and turned and went over a thousand things in my head. Whatever justification I gave, the hurt inside me lingered and distorted my behaviour. I was tired. I was exhausted with what I thought I could resist and what continued to persist. So I let it wash over me.
I let myself feel guilty for a good five minutes and the pain too. I remained totally miserable for a good 25 minutes and then I let go.
I'm different. Was different and always will be. It is not that some things are pointless. It is that to the things you are not the point.
I let myself feel guilty for a good five minutes and the pain too. I remained totally miserable for a good 25 minutes and then I let go.
I'm different. Was different and always will be. It is not that some things are pointless. It is that to the things you are not the point.
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