Who really knows what is laid before us?Finally I decided to fight for things are not worthy to fight .Now it seems that my fingers are tired and my mind is as empty as a white page. All the endless words are ran out,and all the conversations seems to be ended.I bored again,and these long sunny days bring me nothing,but fatigue and irritability.Out doors spring visits it's graceful kingdom and in door I feel as if I will be burried between the walls.By the way I love my room,even if it makes me sad and gloomy.
I wish the sky would be more generous,I wish it could rain,and wash away all dust of earth.I wish the river had not left the city,and the bird's songs were happier.
But the world will never be as it used to be.My grandmam's funeral,on a fair spring day,while every thing was happy by freshness given to the sleepy old world will never leave me.All the weeks passing it,has not made me recover of the shock and fear of her absence.I shall go on,but every and each step makes me untold pain.Every one tells me to be strong,and I know my power is being challenged."Go on,Go on",they tell me and never think of how painful is hearing such thing when one's heart is filled with sorrow.
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Everybody one day have to look up itself in other view .
Dear,I can just tell you go on.I know it's very hard for you to continue.You may find yourself in a cage.Yes,it is possible,specially after your grand mam dying.I can feel how hard it is for you.
Although It's not long since I've known your blog and you,but I feel I know you enough to tell you that you are strong,but just need some courege.All your freinds are with you.Hold on,and go on.
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