My Words : A collection of thoughts

My Words : A collection of thoughts

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This is something I've always wanted to do! I tend to think many things...philosophical, inspirational, hypothetical...the list is long, and I've always wanted to tell them to the world. To let someone know how I think, and most importantly, to know how they think about the topic. So here, any and every of my lovely readers are free to interact with me and talk about the topic I'll discuss. You can also suggest me some topics to think and write about. I hope, in some way, this whole book will help you and me both to think with clarity and to know the actuality of human life. Be respectful and thoughtful and together, we'll surely make some differences! ❤️✨ Thank you, and I'm blessed and honoured that you considered reading this book 💕 ~ With love, Author P
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"I'm not okay!" I yelled at him. "Okay?! I'm not okay." My chest rose up and down as I breathed heavily. It had been years since I had a break down, and I wasn't going to have one right now. "It's okay not to be okay," he whispered, walking closer to me. He caressed my cheek, trying to sooth me. I stared at him, pain filled my eyes. I was trying hard not to cry. I couldn't cry. That's not what I did. "It's okay to cry," he comforted. His eyes stared so hard into mine I felt like he was seeing into my soul. "Crying shows weakness, and I'm not weak," I told him, swallowing hard. "Sometimes crying is the strongest thing you can do. It just shows everyone else that you're just as human as they are." And right then and there I started sobbing. I had lost all control of my emotions, I cried like I hadn't since I was little. All those times I didn't cry when I wanted to poured out now. The walls I spent so long building to make them unbreakable, broke. Alana finds a thick orange envelope in her mailbox one day. No return address, no stamp or postage mark and it's not even addressed to her. Someone had just dropped the letter off in her mailbox. The only thing written on this envelope is "You might need this... or not." Alana takes it inside and begins to read the life story of a complete stranger. The life story of someone trying to find their place in this big scary world. © Somethingtrue 2013. All rights reserved.

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