Monday, March 25, 2013

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As long as I feel it, I still have it...

I don't want to let go because letting go means losing. I know that remembering the good will take me too where it all had to end badly. But I still want to have it, even if my tears sometimes creates a river.

My friend once asked me: "why does these kind of things always happen to you?" and another friend replied: "because it just happens it's ment to happen there is no why". My reply to both was: "because I can survive it, because God knows my limits and he never gives mee too much. Even though it might seem like that to other!"

I have, I've really survived everything getting in my way to make this path even brighter and more clear. But that doesn't mean that I'm free from carrying some extra luggage, I actually need what's in there to keep warm. It becomes heavy sometimes, but I would still carry it until reaching my finishing point. Sometimes, just sometimes that blanket becomes a burden, but I can either keep it to stay warm or throw it because of its weight. I would love to cut it so that it only can give me what I want and not become a burden, but to do so I need a scissor and that's something I can't get until reaching the end.

I need that warmth to survive, please don't tell me to let it go, I promise I won't ask you to carry my luggage fo me and as you see, I always move on even when it's heavy...

Lhamdella, lhamdella, lhamdella (Thank God)...

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