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| In the midst of madness she held her hands up, knees on the floor, screaming and no one to care for her pain. In this dark corner of her reality, she found herself in terror of what seemed a trivial misunderstanding between two eclectic friends. A petty quarrel about nothing took her to this place, the municipal jail. Relatives surrounds her, but no one seems to care, she thought to herself. She yells for the pain she cannot express nor understand. No one seems to know. No one seems to understand. No one seems to know what to do with her. On the other side of the world, I sit here and thought about what happened to you. I wrote a letter to one of your kids telling them how important they are to you and how sometimes life does not always turn out so great for some people...like you. I was hoping that someday when they can better understand you, they will accept you and realize how lucky they are to have you as their mom. I understand you, I thought to myself. You and I, we are the same. I turned out ok, why can't you? Don't you know, I still do not know what to do. I feel your pain but pain is simply fear that you can let go. Do you know this? I wish I am there with you, holding you, telling you you will make it in the end. Two years passed and Enryk came. A bundle of joy, they all seem to say. I am happy for you, my friend. So, what are you going to do now? |
| In the midst of madness she held her hands up, knees on the floor, screaming and no one to care for her pain. In this dark corner of her reality, she found herself in terror of what seemed a trivial misunderstanding between two eclectic friends. A petty quarrel about nothing took her to this place, the municipal jail. Relatives surrounds her, but no one seems to care, she thought to herself. She yells for the pain she cannot express nor understand. No one seems to know. No one seems to understand. No one seems to know what to do with her. On the other side of the world, I sit here and thought about what happened to you. I wrote a letter to one of your kids telling them how important they are to you and how sometimes life does not always turn out so great for some people...like you. I was hoping that someday when they can better understand you, they will accept you and realize how lucky they are to have you as their mom. I understand you, I thought to myself. You and I, we are the same. I turned out ok, why can't you? Don't you know, I still do not know what to do. I feel your pain but pain is simply fear that you can let go. Do you know this? I wish I am there with you, holding you, telling you you will make it in the end. Two years passed and Enryk came. A bundle of joy, they all seem to say. I am happy for you, my friend. So, what are you going to do now? |
| In the midst of madness she held her hands up, knees on the floor, screaming and no one to care for her pain. In this dark corner of her reality, she found herself in terror of what seemed a trivial misunderstanding between two eclectic friends. A petty quarrel about nothing took her to this place, the municipal jail. Relatives surrounds her, but no one seems to care, she thought to herself. She yells for the pain she cannot express nor understand. No one seems to know. No one seems to understand. No one seems to know what to do with her. On the other side of the world, I sit here and thought about what happened to you. I wrote a letter to one of your kids telling them how important they are to you and how sometimes life does not always turn out so great for some people...like you. I was hoping that someday when they can better understand you, they will accept you and realize how lucky they are to have you as their mom. I understand you, I thought to myself. You and I, we are the same. I turned out ok, why can't you? Don't you know, I still do not know what to do. I feel your pain but pain is simply fear that you can let go. Do you know this? I wish I am there with you, holding you, telling you you will make it in the end. Two years passed and Enryk came. A bundle of joy, they all seem to say. I am happy for you, my friend. So, what are you going to do now? |
| In the midst of madness she held her hands up, knees on the floor, screaming and no one to care for her pain. In this dark corner of her reality, she found herself in terror of what seemed a trivial misunderstanding between two eclectic friends. A petty quarrel about nothing took her to this place, the municipal jail. Relatives surrounds her, but no one seems to care, she thought to herself. She yells for the pain she cannot express nor understand. No one seems to know. No one seems to understand. No one seems to know what to do with her. On the other side of the world, I sit here and thought about what happened to you. I wrote a letter to one of your kids telling them how important they are to you and how sometimes life does not always turn out so great for some people...like you. I was hoping that someday when they can better understand you, they will accept you and realize how lucky they are to have you as their mom. I understand you, I thought to myself. You and I, we are the same. I turned out ok, why can't you? Don't you know, I still do not know what to do. I feel your pain but pain is simply fear that you can let go. Do you know this? I wish I am there with you, holding you, telling you you will make it in the end. Two years passed and Enryk came. A bundle of joy, they all seem to say. I am happy for you, my friend. So, what are you going to do now? |
| In the midst of madness she held her hands up, knees on the floor, screaming and no one to care for her pain. In this dark corner of her reality, she found herself in terror of what seemed a trivial misunderstanding between two eclectic friends. A petty quarrel about nothing took her to this place, the municipal jail. Relatives surrounds her, but no one seems to care, she thought to herself. She yells for the pain she cannot express nor understand. No one seems to know. No one seems to understand. No one seems to know what to do with her. On the other side of the world, I sit here and thought about what happened to you. I wrote a letter to one of your kids telling them how important they are to you and how sometimes life does not always turn out so great for some people...like you. I was hoping that someday when they can better understand you, they will accept you and realize how lucky they are to have you as their mom. I understand you, I thought to myself. You and I, we are the same. I turned out ok, why can't you? Don't you know, I still do not know what to do. I feel your pain but pain is simply fear that you can let go. Do you know this? I wish I am there with you, holding you, telling you you will make it in the end. Two years passed and Enryk came. A bundle of joy, they all seem to say. I am happy for you, my friend. So, what are you going to do now? |
| In the midst of madness she held her hands up, knees on the floor, screaming and no one to care for her pain. In this dark corner of her reality, she found herself in terror of what seemed a trivial misunderstanding between two eclectic friends. A petty quarrel about nothing took her to this place, the municipal jail. Relatives surrounds her, but no one seems to care, she thought to herself. She yells for the pain she cannot express nor understand. No one seems to know. No one seems to understand. No one seems to know what to do with her. On the other side of the world, I sit here and thought about what happened to you. I wrote a letter to one of your kids telling them how important they are to you and how sometimes life does not always turn out so great for some people...like you. I was hoping that someday when they can better understand you, they will accept you and realize how lucky they are to have you as their mom. I understand you, I thought to myself. You and I, we are the same. I turned out ok, why can't you? Don't you know, I still do not know what to do. I feel your pain but pain is simply fear that you can let go. Do you know this? I wish I am there with you, holding you, telling you you will make it in the end. Two years passed and Enryk came. A bundle of joy, they all seem to say. I am happy for you, my friend. So, what are you going to do now? |
| In the midst of madness she held her hands up, knees on the floor, screaming and no one to care for her pain. In this dark corner of her reality, she found herself in terror of what seemed a trivial misunderstanding between two eclectic friends. A petty quarrel about nothing took her to this place, the municipal jail. Relatives surrounds her, but no one seems to care, she thought to herself. She yells for the pain she cannot express nor understand. No one seems to know. No one seems to understand. No one seems to know what to do with her. On the other side of the world, I sit here and thought about what happened to you. I wrote a letter to one of your kids telling them how important they are to you and how sometimes life does not always turn out so great for some people...like you. I was hoping that someday when they can better understand you, they will accept you and realize how lucky they are to have you as their mom. I understand you, I thought to myself. You and I, we are the same. I turned out ok, why can't you? Don't you know, I still do not know what to do. I feel your pain but pain is simply fear that you can let go. Do you know this? I wish I am there with you, holding you, telling you you will make it in the end. Two years passed and Enryk came. A bundle of joy, they all seem to say. I am happy for you, my friend. So, what are you going to do now? |
| In the midst of madness she held her hands up, knees on the floor, screaming and no one to care for her pain. In this dark corner of her reality, she found herself in terror of what seemed a trivial misunderstanding between two eclectic friends. A petty quarrel about nothing took her to this place, the municipal jail. Relatives surrounds her, but no one seems to care, she thought to herself. She yells for the pain she cannot express nor understand. No one seems to know. No one seems to understand. No one seems to know what to do with her. On the other side of the world, I sit here and thought about what happened to you. I wrote a letter to one of your kids telling them how important they are to you and how sometimes life does not always turn out so great for some people...like you. I was hoping that someday when they can better understand you, they will accept you and realize how lucky they are to have you as their mom. I understand you, I thought to myself. You and I, we are the same. I turned out ok, why can't you? Don't you know, I still do not know what to do. I feel your pain but pain is simply fear that you can let go. Do you know this? I wish I am there with you, holding you, telling you you will make it in the end. Two years passed and Enryk came. A bundle of joy, they all seem to say. I am happy for you, my friend. So, what are you going to do now? |
| In the midst of madness she held her hands up, knees on the floor, screaming and no one to care for her pain. In this dark corner of her reality, she found herself in terror of what seemed a trivial misunderstanding between two eclectic friends. A petty quarrel about nothing took her to this place, the municipal jail. Relatives surrounds her, but no one seems to care, she thought to herself. She yells for the pain she cannot express nor understand. No one seems to know. No one seems to understand. No one seems to know what to do with her. On the other side of the world, I sit here and thought about what happened to you. I wrote a letter to one of your kids telling them how important they are to you and how sometimes life does not always turn out so great for some people...like you. I was hoping that someday when they can better understand you, they will accept you and realize how lucky they are to have you as their mom. I understand you, I thought to myself. You and I, we are the same. I turned out ok, why can't you? Don't you know, I still do not know what to do. I feel your pain but pain is simply fear that you can let go. Do you know this? I wish I am there with you, holding you, telling you you will make it in the end. Two years passed and Enryk came. A bundle of joy, they all seem to say. I am happy for you, my friend. So, what are you going to do now? |
| In the midst of madness she held her hands up, knees on the floor, screaming and no one to care for her pain. In this dark corner of her reality, she found herself in terror of what seemed a trivial misunderstanding between two eclectic friends. A petty quarrel about nothing took her to this place, the municipal jail. Relatives surrounds her, but no one seems to care, she thought to herself. She yells for the pain she cannot express nor understand. No one seems to know. No one seems to understand. No one seems to know what to do with her. On the other side of the world, I sit here and thought about what happened to you. I wrote a letter to one of your kids telling them how important they are to you and how sometimes life does not always turn out so great for some people...like you. I was hoping that someday when they can better understand you, they will accept you and realize how lucky they are to have you as their mom. I understand you, I thought to myself. You and I, we are the same. I turned out ok, why can't you? Don't you know, I still do not know what to do. I feel your pain but pain is simply fear that you can let go. Do you know this? I wish I am there with you, holding you, telling you you will make it in the end. Two years passed and Enryk came. A bundle of joy, they all seem to say. I am happy for you, my friend. So, what are you going to do now? |
| In the midst of madness she held her hands up, knees on the floor, screaming and no one to care for her pain. In this dark corner of her reality, she found herself in terror of what seemed a trivial misunderstanding between two eclectic friends. A petty quarrel about nothing took her to this place, the municipal jail. Relatives surrounds her, but no one seems to care, she thought to herself. She yells for the pain she cannot express nor understand. No one seems to know. No one seems to understand. No one seems to know what to do with her. On the other side of the world, I sit here and thought about what happened to you. I wrote a letter to one of your kids telling them how important they are to you and how sometimes life does not always turn out so great for some people...like you. I was hoping that someday when they can better understand you, they will accept you and realize how lucky they are to have you as their mom. I understand you, I thought to myself. You and I, we are the same. I turned out ok, why can't you? Don't you know, I still do not know what to do. I feel your pain but pain is simply fear that you can let go. Do you know this? I wish I am there with you, holding you, telling you you will make it in the end. Two years passed and Enryk came. A bundle of joy, they all seem to say. I am happy for you, my friend. So, what are you going to do now? |
| In the midst of madness she held her hands up, knees on the floor, screaming and no one to care for her pain. In this dark corner of her reality, she found herself in terror of what seemed a trivial misunderstanding between two eclectic friends. A petty quarrel about nothing took her to this place, the municipal jail. Relatives surrounds her, but no one seems to care, she thought to herself. She yells for the pain she cannot express nor understand. No one seems to know. No one seems to understand. No one seems to know what to do with her. On the other side of the world, I sit here and thought about what happened to you. I wrote a letter to one of your kids telling them how important they are to you and how sometimes life does not always turn out so great for some people...like you. I was hoping that someday when they can better understand you, they will accept you and realize how lucky they are to have you as their mom. I understand you, I thought to myself. You and I, we are the same. I turned out ok, why can't you? Don't you know, I still do not know what to do. I feel your pain but pain is simply fear that you can let go. Do you know this? I wish I am there with you, holding you, telling you you will make it in the end. Two years passed and Enryk came. A bundle of joy, they all seem to say. I am happy for you, my friend. So, what are you going to do now? |
| In the midst of madness she held her hands up, knees on the floor, screaming and no one to care for her pain. In this dark corner of her reality, she found herself in terror of what seemed a trivial misunderstanding between two eclectic friends. A petty quarrel about nothing took her to this place, the municipal jail. Relatives surrounds her, but no one seems to care, she thought to herself. She yells for the pain she cannot express nor understand. No one seems to know. No one seems to understand. No one seems to know what to do with her. On the other side of the world, I sit here and thought about what happened to you. I wrote a letter to one of your kids telling them how important they are to you and how sometimes life does not always turn out so great for some people...like you. I was hoping that someday when they can better understand you, they will accept you and realize how lucky they are to have you as their mom. I understand you, I thought to myself. You and I, we are the same. I turned out ok, why can't you? Don't you know, I still do not know what to do. I feel your pain but pain is simply fear that you can let go. Do you know this? I wish I am there with you, holding you, telling you you will make it in the end. Two years passed and Enryk came. A bundle of joy, they all seem to say. I am happy for you, my friend. So, what are you going to do now? |
| In the midst of madness she held her hands up, knees on the floor, screaming and no one to care for her pain. In this dark corner of her reality, she found herself in terror of what seemed a trivial misunderstanding between two eclectic friends. A petty quarrel about nothing took her to this place, the municipal jail. Relatives surrounds her, but no one seems to care, she thought to herself. She yells for the pain she cannot express nor understand. No one seems to know. No one seems to understand. No one seems to know what to do with her. On the other side of the world, I sit here and thought about what happened to you. I wrote a letter to one of your kids telling them how important they are to you and how sometimes life does not always turn out so great for some people...like you. I was hoping that someday when they can better understand you, they will accept you and realize how lucky they are to have you as their mom. I understand you, I thought to myself. You and I, we are the same. I turned out ok, why can't you? Don't you know, I still do not know what to do. I feel your pain but pain is simply fear that you can let go. Do you know this? I wish I am there with you, holding you, telling you you will make it in the end. Two years passed and Enryk came. A bundle of joy, they all seem to say. I am happy for you, my friend. So, what are youing to do now? |
| In the midst of madness she held her hands up, knees on the floor, screaming and no one to care for her pain. In this dark corner of her reality, she found herself in terror of what seemed a trivial misunderstanding between two eclectic friends. A petty quarrel about nothing took her to this place, the municipal jail. Relatives surrounds her, but no one seems to care, she thought to herself. She yells for the pain she cannot express nor understand. No one seems to know. No one seems to understand. No one seems to know what to do with her. On the other side of the world, I sit here and thought about what happened to you. I wrote a letter to one of your kids telling them how important they are to you and how sometimes life does not always turn out so great for some people...like you. I was hoping that someday when they can better understand you, they will accept you and realize how lucky they are to have you as their mom. I understand you, I thought to myself. You and I, we are the same. I turned out ok, why can't you? Don't you know, I still do not know what to do. I feel your pain but pain is simply fear that you can let go. Do you know this? I wish I am there with you, holding you, telling you you will make it in the end. Two years passed and Enryk came. A bundle of joy, they all seem to say. I am happy for you, my friend. So, what are you going to do now? Are you going to fix your life or just throw it away like an old worn down rug? What will happen to your daughter and sons? Will they follow your footsteps and get lost amidst life's confusions and tumble like a weed across passions direction? Think and not lightly. Think hard for the reasons you act and know actions have consequences. Your consequences cannot be theirs and theirs cannot be yours. However, know this, you have no choice as to who your parents are as well as who your children will be. The only choice we all have is that our destiny can be steered to the paths that we choose. Enryk, he is the third chapter in your life and hopefully a new wave of thought will summon you and create a new beginning to life's little chapters. O.P.Bautista |
| In the midst of madness she held her hands up, knees on the floor, screaming and no one to care for her pain. In this dark corner of her reality, she found herself in terror of what seemed a trivial misunderstanding between two eclectic friends. A petty quarrel about nothing took her to this place, the municipal jail. Relatives surrounds her, but no one seems to care, she thought to herself. She yells for the pain she cannot express nor understand. No one seems to know. No one seems to understand. No one seems to know what to do with her. On the other side of the world, I sit here and thought about what happened to you. I wrote a letter to one of your kids telling them how important they are to you and how sometimes life does not always turn out so great for some people...like you. I was hoping that someday when they can better understand you, they will accept you and realize how lucky they are to have you as their mom. I understand you, I thought to myself. You and I, we are the same. I turned out ok, why can't you? Don't you know, I still do not know what to do. I feel your pain but pain is simply fear that you can let go. Do you know this? I wish I am there with you, holding you, telling you you will make it in the end. Two years passed and Enryk came. A bundle of joy, they all seem to say. I am happy for you, my friend. So, what are you going to do now? |
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| In the midst of madness she held her hands up, knees on the floor, screaming and no one to care for her pain. In this dark corner of her reality, she found herself in terror of what seemed a trivial misunderstanding between two eclectic friends. A petty quarrel about nothing took her to this place, the municipal jail. Relatives surrounds her, but no one seems to care, she thought to herself. She yells for the pain she cannot express nor understand. No one seems to know. No one seems to understand. No one seems to know what to do with her. On the other side of the world, I sit here and thought about what happened to you. I wrote a letter to one of your kids telling them how important they are to you and how sometimes life does not always turn out so great for some people...like you. I was hoping that someday when they can better understand you, they will accept you and realize how lucky they are to have you as their mom. I understand you, I thought to myself. You and I, we are the same. I turned out ok, why can't you? Don't you know, I still do not know what to do. I feel your pain but pain is simply fear that you can let go. Do you know this? I wish I am there with you, holding you, telling you you will make it in the end. Two years passed and Enryk came. A bundle of joy, they all seem to say. I am happy for you, my friend. So, what are you going to do now? |
| Life has different shades of agony and glory. We cannot choose the parents or the children we will have. We all must accept whatever God has given us. O.P.Bautista |
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