There are people who see when they kill you.
Then when these people come to invade your nest, the place you are most yourself when you are sure, that you feel forgotten in the evenings at home, at that precise moment you have to come to terms with yourself, with your fears, fears, memories, feelings, strengths and weaknesses. You
promises to do good, and its gloss over your mistakes, to behave normally as if nothing had changed, as if his friend on the other side was not embarrassed for her and with her.
But so sorry, I can not do that, not today, not yesterday, not tomorrow and not ever think ....
The obvious solution is to leave.
And I am escaped with courage, the courage of those who chose not to turn to hurt and above all to avoid injury ...
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