Eighth Step.
I never expected to hear birds singing 1 .20 of the night.
I never expected that anything could happen.
Nobody asks me anything. No one asks questions.
I laugh, I laugh, I laugh.
Finally I found the silence, my mind is at peace with itself.
Anger managed to ripurirla, the anger that I thought was the side to hide.
are free to growl, to strike, to attack without mercy, but no casualties.
And without hurt. Deeply hurt ...
Again the birds are being felt, calling from tree to tree.
are a flock. They dance in the sky that reflects the well-being stupid
that does not give you a chance.
Needless to sleep on a night like this, you do not need. Does
live it all, do not miss a second and hear, feel the drops in my chest, cable, covering more than ever ...
and let it fill up, it reaches the ridge.
And then out, out of me .... everything.
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