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  • I lost myself in the last two years of my life.I can not find me anymore.I am like a puzzle with pieces missing,I am an unfinished book.It happened so suddenly that I did not have time to understand the process but suddenly I I did not feel like a loving woman anymore but I was an empty shell devoid of any emotion.
    Someone destroyed the inner sanctuary of me as a woman and I felt I was shadow,a ghost haunting other people in search of the parts that were lost.I felt small and fragile and the words attacking me were so big ,so ugly and and strong.I wanted to run and escaped but I did not have where to go and I stayed for a long time accepting to be the victim and be punished for a crime I did not commit or at least not in the severity I was accused for.It was nothing but black and white and life is made of so many Greys in between.Today the storm had gone but I am not the same.The hurt was too deep and I feel like a poor tree wounded by lightening, lifeless and sad.The world seems the same outside but I am someone else.Love has left,dreams went flying out the window of my soul and I wish I could back to the time where all started and deleted it from my reality.Life brings us surprises and sometimes an angel is not waiting in our path but a dark cloud made of pain.Perhaps I always say expectations are the door of the disappointments.I crossed that doors and I lost myself.Perhaps one day I will be able to find all the pieces and to complete this sad puzzle of my life again.At the moment I am living in an empty land so void of anything that not even tears are allowed.I wait in the eternal night for a morning where I can see the sun again.
    I am waiting
    I am waiting
    I am waiting.
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