Shot for me.
Let me inhale the smoke like a burning incense.
The days are in front of me like tomorrow.
Should I count the days or the night or both who knows,
if I will get over the years of struggling.
How bad she needs to hear my change of story.
She won't let me worry.
How painful the story goes.
She is helping me to write it.
She interpret the language of the old world for me even when I don't speak it.
What you see when you visit is for your own good,
not to use it to inject fear in people's mind.
Every being has it's own spiritual world.
She knows where I come from
Even when I still don't understand how this things goes.
thank you
love
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