An unhappy week. A tight anguish has settled in my chest and it looks like it will take a while to pass. It is strange how dreams are born, flourish and die quickly. And it doesn't matter if you cultivate, because even cultivating looks even worse. Feeding dreams, and not being able to fulfill them, only causes sadness and anguish. Now, I ask God to help me through this once again. I know I'll be better off and unmarked. Everything I dreamed died. Just when I dared to say '' yes '' And with him go all my plans for happiness.
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 8:38 PM UTC
An unhappy week. A tight anguish has settled in my chest and it looks like it will take a while to pass. It is strange how dreams are born, flourish and die quickly. And it doesn't matter if you cultivate, because even cultivating looks even worse. Feeding dreams, and not being able to fulfill them, only causes sadness and anguish. Now, I ask God to help me through this once again. I know I'll be better off and unmarked. Everything I dreamed died. Just when I dared to say '' yes '' And with him go all my plans for happiness.
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