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The cry softly

I want to let go of their hands and write what comes into my head, even though it may not have a logical thread. Telling the strange feelings tonight, halfway between sleeping and waking, while a wind that seemed to me that I did not feel I pulled her face from side to side and felt a pain that, in reality, there was a real pain . Telling the overcrowding of thoughts and memories in my mind, the multitude of conflicting feelings that filled and still fills my heart.
For too long, I was not writing, and those little knots that I had inside me, that melted as they systematically I wrote, joined together in one big knot that I take a huge effort to undo. I started writing again, not caring much about what comes out of my mind, from my heart, my hands, because for now the important thing is that what I have inside will not remain longer confined indoors. It 'cry like a liberating, with the difference that has left almost in a whisper and it will take a long time to come back to silence. Maybe he will not ... And part of me if you wish. I feel like I need to scream, scream, but what? It does not matter. Now the important thing is the cry, which carries with it the pain, anger, fear that all this time have been enclosed in me as in a cage too small. A cage that I built myself, here's the paradox. I aspire to freedom and trying to reach build my own jail. So, as I built it, I can break down. I know I can do, and I started to do so. Hard work? Of course you do! But the beauty is that, although difficult, is not difficult.
I'm afraid ... But I will not stop. I'm still a step closer to full consciousness of who I really and, of course, exactly what I sense they are, I know what my strengths and my limitations, I can perfectly understand what these limits are overcome and what not . But this is not enough.
Some say that it is the fear that keeps us alive. E ' true, but not all: the fear, without the courage to fight it, keeps you alive, it is true, but it is not what makes you live ! The

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