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I met layD today. I like her very much. she seems very sweet although I know what kind of inside she's got. she's younger than me. we walked down the river. beautiful. romantic. why? I like her. I miss her sometimes. she's not like my other colleagues i mentioned about her before. but you will meet her. once. every one of you. Halloween is the only time she is cheerful. like tomorrow's wedding or something... all night party... looking at you with disbelief and a bit of curiosity. you try to trivialize her you are laughing today but when you meet her in person you are mostly scared. interesting. we don't meet often it's either me or her we can't visit you at the same time. I remember once I came to visit one of you. I felt chill when I came in the house but didn't see her yet. Came to see a person and felt there was something wrong. he was sick for a long time and he got his bed separate and so on... but I see his wife came to lay next to him, both huggi

There was a little girl on a train station. Her daddy jumped inside the coach while she and her mummy were running behind. That was when she cried terrified for the first time. The real shriek of horror and bursting with anger, frustration and sense of lost, happened when daddy tried to block the door with her scooter and favourite toy attached to it, fell straight under the train's wheels. 'It was just a toy' everybody thought. Except the girl. Another, entirely different girl in entirely different place was playing with her friends. Suddenly the world around her exploded with fire, dust, smoke and layD dancing around.  They showed her in the news asking you why the lider of her country kills his own people. I hear your mind outbursting: 'how dare you comparing those two!' The truth is you don't give a shit about either of them. equally and that's the comparison.  You create definition of words like empathy. But it's just a word or empty sound.  The emp

I realize that you don't fully understand what I mean. You might think it's some sort of fantasy or poetic metaphor. So let me give you an example of how it works. She lived close.  Not going to tell you who she was, because firstly it's confidential, and secondly I don'd want Monica to feel uncomfortable.  The need of healing is always in your eyes. You can smile, laugh or be sad, but it doesn't change the look of suffering soul. I can see it clearly.  I was surprised to discover that some of you could spot it as well. I never understood why you are not helping each other when you could see suffering.  Why? And being focused on your own pain is not an excuse. Trust me on that: helping others truly heals you. Anyway.     We met. I looked at her eyes. I knew. It's natural for me.  I don't need to be encouraged. I'm not tired. Never fed up with you... I just do it.  First she thought we are going to be physical. Getting physical... I mentioned that both of

the point is: we don't need faith. only you. and I'm really impressed of you. the way you created faith, improved.  before there was no need for that.  I mean you didn't need believing. you knew. as much as we. you were here with us. you were so much more similar to us at the beginning... then your messed up nature. you always want more and more.  wanted to know. to be like Boss.  over everything. like Lucy and just look where did it bring you now.  creating all this illusion around yourself just to make your existence bearable.   we don't need faith, because we know.  we know what it used to be certain for you. for us it's just obedience and consequences. and you?  blaming Lucy of everything. true, she messed you up. but you have a lot of her in you. just don't want to admit it. now you are vulnerable. you need me.  do you think I exist for you? I don't have to know. it doesn't matter to me, because I am obedient. if i am because of you, I'm glad, b