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Dear Life,
Universe, Lord,
I will not
ask you why because you never answer this question. But can I please beg you to stop torturing me. I cannot handle it any more. I am on my
knees, my shoulders are broken. They cannot carry pain and challenges
no more.
I am not
even trying to understand what is the purpose of all those tests
you put me through, Crushing me, squashing me … Isn’t it enough? Are
you satisfied or not yet
Are you still
hunger for my tears, my sorrow my distress?
Whatever
project: personal, work, social etc... I undertake I initiate, you
will make sure to put struggles in front of my face. No, more than this. You make sure to get the heck out of me and pulverize me with the
problems you put in my route.
I give hope
to others, I am positive and I am an example to many women and men I
am I am I am I am …
Dead!
Are you happy
now! I cannot give hope to those I used to.... I cannot be an example
to young women and men as I was always convinced that one can pursue
her or his dream and life will return It back positively!
No I was
fool, big time.
No one see
your achievements, worse they try to step on you suffocate you,
choke you and kill your dreams.
No one loves
you the love I used to think that exists, no one sees through you, the real you, no one is proud of you,
no one and nothing will MAKE IT UP for you.
You are left by your own, lonely sad and hopeless...
Life,
Universe … Today I declare: I hate you
And dear
Lord: STOP
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