It's for me

It's for me

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I'm a strong believer that writing and music heals your soul, changes the mood & makes you think or go back in time. It's instrospection, you'll have to put a name to what you're feelings are right now and it's hard. It's hard because maybe it's an illusion like water on the dessert. I've found that during this chaos I'm living I need those two things.
During these past five years, I've been sharing my struggle to regaining the control of my health, being positive and laughing at me. There's no other way. I've been sharing my journey, the frustration, the hope you have when you have to go to a doctor and you're leaving way much worse than before. So for it's an outlet to be able to channeling my frustration and get back my sense of strength of optimism and while I'm sharing that there's a ripple effect: I'm helping someone.

Writing makes you vulnerable and that's okay. That in itself means you're alive, you want to live, to keep going and be strong. You'll learn to appreciate little things like seeing the rain while other people are so busy with their work that they take for granted life, even forgetting they are living and it's not forever.

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I have so many choices, but I don't know what to choose. Without people judging me. My Patience was enough. I wear a mask. The Unexpected came along. But sometimes I feel like everything is slipping through my fingers. I try to be happy, even though not knowing the way. The music and art became my escape hatch. They tell me I'm useless, not perfect, not smart enough. What people does not want to here. Their comment's sticking on to my head like a Post-it-Note. "They are Jealous, don't let them get to you." But still it hurts. Is there someone going to tell me the Opposite? Will my life stay in the dark? Will I see anything? DO NOT PLAGIARISE! This is my own work, which I put effort in. Please Respect. •Credits to all photo owners used in the Book Cover• •Completed•

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