"Hey, you are not alone. You don't have to cry alone. I'm here. I have tears too, just like you. I'll hold your hand, then we can cry and grow up together."
"How I love your sorrow...because you give me a reason to be with you...because you said a long time ago, it is me who you have honored with the privilege of seeing and wiping them"
"You're no longer alone...you don't have to be strong...Sorry, it took me so long to come to you. Don't worry, you can feel free to be weak now. Please, do not feel ashamed to cry. Your tears, to me are like ambrosia, I want to catch them one by one...for they shine golden and have their own light."
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RandomThe title speaks for itself. This is a compilation of thoughts. I had such a fertile mine of thoughts about various subjects - religion, politics, philosophy, friendship, love. This is sort of a blog in book form. Some of them formed inside my head...
