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Jul 2021
What for? I ask once more: what for
Is it for a better life?
What for? What for?

SeeKing for a miracle,
What the kind,
What the kind?

Maybe you will never understand why...
Because there is too much pride, too much pride,
Even in your childish games.
Too much pride: lovely.
May I speak of types of pride or there is only one and only?
What made you proud and even prouder and what is that put you down?
It was probably acceptance of something too wrong;
It was probably acceptance of the wrong...

*No, I don't want you punished the same way. I'd prefer you to learn a better way, but some things started meaning something else. It's okay, it's ok. With these good words And good intentions we were set up to live some Hell... Hell of an inner fight, what means to be right and what is too wrong. What is too wrong?
Maybe I wasn't working just for me...
And maybe that was the problem!
Theodora Oniceanu
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