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broken hearts

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To all those whose hearts bleed
How many tears have I not shed? How many times here on AZ have I not thought you understand nothing, you know nothing. How many times have I thought while reading your advice, I don't care.
And yet, you were all right; you were all there, present, bringing attention, understanding, and love.
The pain faded when one evening, in my bed, I realized that I was truly alone and that I could do and love what I wanted, in the way I wanted.
The pain has subsided, and the desire to give has arrived even stronger and more clearly than before.
Passion for something else stands before you
The drive to move forward is deeper, more visceral, greater, and more real.
When you put what is holding you back in the foreground, your life stops moving forward, your laughter disappears, and your sense of fun is dead.
You have to learn to let go, but keep in the back of your mind that it will happen later, at the right time, with the right person. The love that everyone is looking for will come knocking on your door when you are truly available, without wanting to settle for the first happiness that comes along.
Everyone has the right to that, but it must not become the top priority in your life.
I won’t hide the fact that I sometimes miss tenderness, but when I can receive a smile from someone, kind words, and a hand that holds mine, that eases the longing.
Everyone is entitled to happiness; you just have to know how to look for it and not make it an obsession.
Maldives.
Because it makes you sick, you stop doing anything, you just sit there staring into space.
Waiting for something that never comes, and then the day you get yourself back on track, you’re full of projects, and that’s when you realize that staying in the vague has plunged you into the night instead of bringing you into the Light.
Hey, it’s not easy every day, but don’t get discouraged, especially don’t get discouraged… there are always solutions, they just take a long time to come, yes, I know, but they do come.
Rise up, wounded hearts, move forward, walk toward the sun, and love what surrounds you.

I hug you all very tightly and thank you for everything

Pat

Good evening, Pat

Harsh text, but how much of a lifesaver for some

I peck you

I stay in the progress directory

The caress

This precious gentle weapon,

This silent energy that rumbles with a velvet slide of silk

This glow full of respect

This sliver of the unanticipated dawn

This depth in curves

This lovely chorus

Such a pleasant source…
This symphony of touches

The caress, simply…

I would like to be a caress lapper
Travel grain of skin
I would like to be that butterfly whose skin-close flutter brings such wondrous happiness,

I would like to be that flower, caressed by an enchanting fragrance, so that my caress may be picked.

I would like to be the word that caresses
And recount these drunken poems that slide like silk down the small of the back

The caress, simply

Wingbeat or eyelash flutter

The osmosis of the kiss caresses

Wonderful garden, colorful and fragrant, of these thousand fringed with lips

Eden of slopes on the flanks of hills

The spring caress where the dew of the lips beads with the moisture of desire, of the sparkling caresses of the ray of this pleasure…

A small chalice of sweetness, or a caress from the one who caresses, united with its recipient….

I offer you this caress, you vast beauties of life that you are…

lollipop

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