Why is it when I do good things, bad thing happen; but when I do bad, good thing happen.
You seem to be thinking everything is finally going right, your plane crashes, the ship sinks, reality smacks you in the face and tells you, this isn't the way.
My mother told me that everything happens for a reason. So if that bad thing didn't happen, it would have been worse.
We hate the expected, the unexpected is to unexpected to be hated. The expected turns to dust compare the unexpected when it hits. And the unexpected becomes the expected. That's how fear works.
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Just Another Yesterday
Poetry¡!Warning!¡ This book consists of thoughts, raw feelings and inevitable truths. This book may cause you to relate. So proceed with caution because it may ignite hidden emotions! ~completed~
