Letting go...
it is like a concept to me.I find it hard to grasp, like the existence of empathy in this world today.Or the inivsable line that encircles the earth, called the equator.
When will my mercy come and allow me to let go of this desparate atitude?
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I will write whatever I feel like, whenever I feel like.
My moods change so the journal entry will depend entirely opon that mood, which I feel.
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"And to those who wonder and think that it may concern,
I am an individual, free of hate and wide of mind."
I am an individual, free of hate and wide of mind."