Broken
Broken into a thousand pieces like a picture that was destroyed and that she found, she no longer has the strength to stand for grief, let alone for anything else. Destroyed, humiliated, destroyed. her soul is fighting to stay with her. The wind of the woman faltered..... the storm hit. that tree let her fall. its branches can no longer protect her because she fell to the very bottom, through his fault. she is pure as dew, innocent and sensitive as a white rose. the wind woman must find the strength to move and rise above the storm and above the tree in whose canopy she was protected from the truth. those fatal truths from which no one can escape. the truth finds you in the most unusual places. every step in a person's life is planned in advance, and every sign must be followed in order not to be surprised on the road called life. life takes you to the truth. always and only towards the truth. life gives you as much as you can handle. but you have to overcome sadness and helplessness yourself. When a child falls while learning to walk, he gets up, whether alone or with the help of a loved one, but he gets up. but who will lend her a hand, who will help her to heal these wounds, which are not small, and were inflicted without reason. Is this the same person who caused her to fall or will she go to heal her wounds on her own. The one who wounds you knows where he has wounded you, and it is best that he heals that wound.
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