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It has to be sometimes no.

No,

me it is not always good. And right now I get a these phases. They crawl from the remotest corners to me. No matter where I am.

No,

I want to play for not a perfect world. But I want to carry around my feelings and not like a banner in front of me. I may not be considered as those who constantly accuses her suffering. And yet, it flashes back and forth again.

No,

I just can not stop crying. Tears are there to be crying. To feel the pain that grabs me without warning. And I cry, even if I do not want it.

No,

not everything will be fine. You can pretend that "it is again." You can stick a broken pitcher again, but you will still see the individual pieces.

No,

I will not forget anything. Forgetting is temporarily helpful. If you simply must not be sad. But who can forget completely is forced to repeat.

No,

I give no one to blame. It is not for me, in one other person. Some things happen when they happen. Just like that.

No,

I urge no words of comfort. They may be sweet meant. But the only thing I really want is to write informally.

about my feelings.

My thoughts.

my pain.

To process.