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Invitation: what to expect in silent bliss

Invitation: what to expect in silent bliss

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For all those who intend to read these pages. None of this is fiction, no romance, no horror and no normal literature. They are quotes from real life that were internalized by my mind alone. Some is from experience and some is transposed into other objects and ways of life. No prejudices because my mother tongue is not English. Be that as it may, if you expect happiness here, you are wrong. It is a delusion to think and experience only happy things. We all cry and break down sooner or later. It's also not wrong to admit when you're down. Only, always get up, kneel when standing is too difficult. But don't let others trample you down. Hope you learn that pain is life. And that fear doesn't have to be a shame. and yes, I am really 20 years young.
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Don't fear death. It does nothing for you. Death is at every turn; the challenge is if you choose to accept it or not. Don't fear pain. Pain is how you learn. Pain is the side-effect of life. If you live life fearing getting hurt...can you truly live life fully? I've felt pain. I've accepted death. I've lived, I've learned, I've drowned a few times. If all I have to show for it is small bundles of letters and words...so be it. That's more than I could have ever hoped for. Everything that means anything to me are just words. You can put anything into words. Anything and everything. You can put death into words. You can put pain into words. You can put fear into words. And I have. And you can read them, if you want. You can learn from them; learn to stop fearing, learn to stop living in the future, behind your mask. But only if you care enough to listen. I speak loud and clear, yet nobody can hear me. I am not hidden, yet nobody can find me. If they even try.

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