By the times I have loved and lost and by wanting to love again.
By being worthy of desire and being enslaved by it.
By believing people become who they are by the choices that they make.
I don't want to listen to your problems and to help you out. I hate you because you've made me hate myself. For some reason this feeling that's existed as long as I have, refuses to be erased. Love leaves permanent stains in your mind. I try to rinse you out but instead I find myself bereft of happy memories, childhood, strengths and beliefs.
I hope the pain you've given me takes yours away.
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Perhaps it's a lack of imagination on my part but all I can think or say is ***HUG***
Sigh.
SQN:
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... people become who they are by the choices that they make.
"
What will you choose to do with that pain?
descriptive eloquence :)
but
unhealthy dwellings :(
This suffering is like a crucible. It will bring out the best in u. The fact that u have forgiven (when u say that the pain he has casued u will relieve his pain) is a divine quality. It takes tremendous mental strength to forgive one who has caused so m uch suffering to u. God bless u.
may you find peace.
kisses.
very nice.. felt nice to read it.
(cotd.)some posts on your blog are really are learnings for me..
I feel the pain in your words nishi..I'm not going to give you advice and tell you what to do..you know best how to deal with your own pain.
But I'm sending you lots of strength. I know you have enough strength anyhow, to get through this and get back up on your feet again.
Much love, mama cuddly.
Dunno if we love where we are originally hurt by life, then we are hurt where we loved.
Wont help if i said i know how you feel, sorta. Won't help if i said hollywood lies to us and we have to deal with personal demons every-fraggin-day. We're all 'reaching for death at the end of a candle.'
All that matters if your core, the fibres of your being can face the tautening of the noose around your innocent wish.
Ah've been struggling with my own hopeless feelings and I last checked out your blog about a month back.
All I can say is, if you live through it, leave your story. It might help others, it might be read by the dear-departed or it might just remain as proof that YOUR story was once shared.
All the lame best from those who have loved and lost themselves in the bargain.
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