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InjusticeInjustice has happened to me..
I havent harmed anyone else that badly..
but people have delibitated me
family is fool..
No Informationmy family reared me like a retard..
I was never informed anything, never taught...I was so insignificant...
I am not psycho, not retard....just blank in information and real life knowledge and blind inferencing...I have rich imagination..
My own people haet me, not care...all outwards affection is a blatant lie..
Amour PrideNo one can change the course of events, nor the history...
I havent lived my life, and now any amount of avenge or bad feelings cant still bring me back my life..
I have always honoured woman's pride...I dream watching them ruin the havocs, like a poetry "madey garvita"..
The best perspective to see a tigress hunt is to be hunted by her..
Woman PsycheWoman understands woman..
that is why they hate each other..
some women are still good for men..
still women hate everything and everyone..
Why Karma repeats to oneselfKarma is a reference, we ourselves create.
If I speak a lie and accuse someone of a crime. I might win, be victorious.\
But the mental, memory reference of that deed reamains with me for all life, and years later when I am weak, someone else could use that very example to do that same karm to me, an avenger. And then when suffering I would recollect that mental reference, and it shall feel that its repeationg on me.
same is for good deeds also.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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