having you ma and pa

having you ma and pa

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sometimes we only feel their presence and not their importance. we just being happy go lucky,ask for anything.which is impossible sometimes........cause we know, that they can't say no! to us. sometimes we ain't say those magical words, cause we think that they already feel it, that it isn't necessary. But we don't know that those simple things and gestures could make them happy and can give them strength to go on. I hope that these could make us realize how lucky we are to have them. And make them feel it before we regret and worst, if they couldn't hear and feel it anymore. spread the word of love and recognition before its too late...<3<3<3 >>>>>>you can click the video so you can really feel the meditation
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They say when you fall in love, there's no denying it. Falling in love is the most special thing in the world, because standing before you is the one you're meant to spend the rest of your life with. Once, I did believe that, with everything of my very being. It was incredible, undeniable as had once been said. Our wedding was so beautiful, touching some would say. I'd never seen a man cry before that day. Then things changed. I lost feeling as I became trapped, unable to pull from the web surrounding me. I would scream, yet nobody heard a thing. Cry, yet nothing changed. Fight, but I always lost. "Say you love me." I remember telling him. He would always say he did, then the beatings started again and I was back in a cycle of torment and pain. I had given up completely. Then one night, things changed. A miracle some would say, as the monster before me was no more. The car wreck had saved me. The memories and nightmares would still haunt me though. Overtime I tried to be happy, but his face, his hands, his spit, all the memories kept coming back. I never thought I'd be able to get away. I lost all belief in love and beauty. All I saw was destruction as I locked myself away from the pain waiting to creep back in. I spoke of this to nobody, and with that meant I stopped speaking all together. I shoved those who cared away, because I was scared. I'm still scared, but yet again, things changed.

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