Thoughts of a Dying Rose
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- Chapitres 2
Terminé jeu., juil. 19, 20128m
There are things we do that we're not proud of, things we can't take back. Forgiveness can't always be given if the other person doesn't feel the need to forgive you. What does that mean? It means you're left with inexcusable mistakes that hangs over your head no matter how remorseful you feel. Making a single mistake starts to create a cycle, a cycle that seems to be the same over and over again. You make a mistake, you ask forgiveness, it's either given or not given to you, and you make another mistake. The cycle goes on forever, never stopping. There's never a way out. Why? Because we're humans.
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