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Non affondare, galleggia un po’ ma poi comincia a nuotare Trova la riva e inizia a camminare Non arrenderti perché è difficile la vita Continua per superare la salita Dinanzi esistono gli ostacoli prendi un respiro e preparati ai vincoli Non mollare non è una regola morale Sii forte e rendi una meraviglia la buona sorte! Don't sink, float a bit but then start swimming She finds the shore and starts walking Don't give up because life is hard Continue to overcome the slope In front there are obstacles take a breath and prepare yourself for the constraints Not giving up is not a moral ruleù Be strong and make good luck a wonder!

"Life knocks down even the strongest" thoughts wander in the darkest nights, in the most immense fears and remain the most beautiful. (7) they say that numbers create the world's most powerful universal mathematics; and if we were a healthy and exact expression if we matched another number adding up we would discover the true meaning of life. Sometimes not understanding we think we're taking right and wrong paths; we are mortals there must be a sense! 7 breaths and stay alive, your energy your strength your courage… Did everything happen by chance? Show chance what it's like attraction wouldn't get it; nothing happens by chance and if you listen carefully to your emotions you will know how to govern yourself. Listen vs Honor I'm guilty of loving, the only weapon I can use to kill him and me like Romeo and Juliet.. I'm guilty of daring but the feeling is always one of the best, we are made of suffering trendy broken souls! We are poor in spirit, nothing will change the willful and monstrous disposition, I am guilty of hurting myself and the stars around me and I am spoiled addicted and rancorous. I'm guilty of living in my past exploiting my present with tons of whining. But sir I live like this.. I will be alone and an inhuman human, I don't forget what love is because I tried to forget it and my mind was shaking destroying me lightly.. If love is synonymous with vengeance, damn me! Cloe.

"There is so much of my destiny that I can't control, but other things are within my jurisdiction. I can decide how I spend my time, who I interact with, who I share my money and body life energy with, I can select what I can read, eat, and study. I can choose how I will view unfortunate circumstances in my life, whether I see them as curses or opportunities. I can choose my words and the tone of voice in which I speak to others. Most importantly, I can choose my thoughts." Elizabeth Gilbert ( Reading makes us free to create other points of view, I suggest you do it, it's fun. )

Humans know how to judge others and not themselves, they don't know how to look inside their soul because they are afraid of being frightened and they want to instill fear to feel strong and that the irritation of that week of absence increased and not the taste of the beloved expectation of that fateful return, but you didn't even have to tell me how you were, like the time you told me "I'd kiss you, I like you and that I'm beautiful". Since that day no other appointments because that outing was about telling me that he left and who knows you'll have to tell me that he's back but don't allow yourself because I won't want it. Every time I wanted your presence I arrived in your room and it was a continuous anxiety inside a restless soul. I would have wanted your support but you didn't want to give it to me, you would have been able to be able and maybe giving happiness and instead I was the ungrateful one for that time I kissed your neck vivid for a vampire like me who would have sucked your blood but I didn't make it, too bitter to love you, and leaving you with those words coming out of your mouth "I need affection too let me go" .

Non affondare, galleggia un po’ ma poi comincia a nuotare Trova la riva e inizia a camminare Non arrenderti perché è difficile la vita Continua per superare la salita Dinanzi esistono gli ostacoli prendi un respiro e preparati ai vincoli Non mollare non è una regola morale Sii forte e rendi una meraviglia la buona sorte!

Apro gli occhi, sono in questa stanza. È casa mia, mi guardo intorno la mia vista è umida... Adesso sento il mio cuore battere forte nella testa ormai da anni, quel trauma mi ha lasciato questa sensazione. Chiudo gli occhi e continuo a guardarmi intorno… C’è quella finestra dove intravedo dei raggi solari entrare; e piano piano si avvicinano alla mia anima che credo sia perduta… Rifletto e nel frattempo scrivo qualcosa ma non so bene cosa… Mi sento davvero persa chissà semmai mi sarò sentita al mio posto! Avvicino le gambe al petto dichiarando la forte paura che provo, la paura di non essere abbastanza. Ci provo a non mollare ma il pensiero del fallimento ricade su di me! Apro gli occhi, le lacrime scendono e mi ritrovo in un buco nero, come luce entra in orbita ma non può uscirne, i miei occhi non riescono ad abituarsi al buio perché parlo di quel buio che è proprio buio e la mia mente chiede aiuto ma la mia bocca non interviene per gridare… E' solo capace di fabbricare parole non buone come fallimento e insoddisfazione! Perche??!! Vuol dire che la mia pazienza non è mai esistita! Quei momenti di pausa, lunga pausa io mi spavento sentendomi così sola… Nessuno potrà trovarmi in questo disperato mondo. Fanculo tutte le volte che mi dico andrà bene! La rovina è la mia tendenza, alla fine ognuno è difforme! Chiudo gli occhi... Finalmente riesco a vedere quella luce entrare dalla finestra…