Don't judge by appearances ; a rich heart may be under a poor coat.
𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐.
I didn't know that I was surrounded by such a quantity of brutality that neither innocence nor the goodness of anything benefited me, that I should beware of the simplest things,
Be my only good, so that the Lord may overlook my sins.
A bound free in my room I cannot take my lungs out to breathe out because it is threatened by disease of thoughts, neither air nor disease dangerous but it is people and what you do to make you live in hell and you do not feel it, tormenting you under the pretext of fear, fighting you with the fate of each of them to be the decision-makers at that time ..
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