We always think or wish that someday someone will really understand you, or listen to you, but it will not happen, not truly. Because there's a part of each of us that can't be shared. No one will ever know what is under my skin, my hair, or what I believe, the same thing I will never know what It is in you, because I am different, we all are.
Our doubts too, those doubts that seem absurd, but are real, that Christian has already thought if he prays to an empty sky, or I, I thought it would be better not to live. Those absurd doubts that we all think are actually what we believe. It does not mean that the Christian is a hopeless one, but if he has ever thought of the empty sky, he does not want to live without what is in sky, and what is important to him.
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This is my first ever thing that I've wright and publish
Hope you like it.
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What I believe
PoetryThis text just came to my mind when I had insomnia, so I decide write and publish Hope you like And can inspire you
