Father,
I don't feel that good, maybe that is what we call insecurity. Insecurity even he doesn't belongs to me in the first place? It just don't feel good at all . . . . what do you think? This shall be call bonker right? Nuts for sure. I am tired after leaving my shop at 12 am fixing everything with myself and sister. I forget about my dinner and it is way overtime to have it now. Time for shower and stop letting my imagination run wild. I've forgotten that I left something behind unclear and unclean of. Because that feeling of hurt kept of hounding me, scary horrified feelings. If I can remember how does it feels like and it keeps on lashing on me, I should have understand why and know what to do with it. I've did it not long ago and I'll do it again. The release of bitterness and cries, the undeserved and pain.
I just left a part of my heart uncleaned of " I thought it was forgotten" bitterness, and that shouldn't be my stumbling block. That it.
I just left a part of my heart uncleaned of " I thought it was forgotten" bitterness, and that shouldn't be my stumbling block. That it.
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