Forgive if you can. That's all there is to it.

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Forgive if you can. That's all there is to it.
I have learned to accept when I am safe and content, my darkest thoughts and fears rise - just as the sky is bright. But now I feel I am not lacking courage.
A heart full of forgiveness is a new level of greatness.
I envy you, for being wild without caring what will come.
You wonder if you've got what it takes. You don't want to just live you have faith in yourself, and a flood of confidence in everything you do.
There are choices in life - arbitrary comforts or a hope capable of anything. Pretending to live or be happy with everything ahead.
"Happy" isn't what she hoped it would be, love is a mystery - desire a depth haunted by inevitable imperfections.
The bookworm, left alone to read. One page is too elusive. Another minute here, just a little more time.
Come away with me. Forget everything. You must go to a place of grass, silence and woods. A place like that was alive.
I was in a blue streak - until I suddenly found myself.