How did I turned out to be so weak, so fragile like a petal of a flower about to break
No one has ever guessed how broken I was
How broken I am
My past is haunting but it is never nearly as scary as my future
I am too sad to belong here
I am too sad to belong anywhere
Waiting and waiting all of my life I did
To be taken away
From all responsibilities
Because I don't trust myself
I never did
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The Love of Aphrodite
SpiritualThis is a book with some reflections I have written about life over the years. I started to write my thoughts from a very young age and I have felt guided to share them. Thank you for reading and remember: authors' rights must be protected.
