Sorry

I’m sorry… I’m sorry we have met. Don’t get me wrong, but I’m sorry. I’m sorry I had to find you in the most unstable and uncertain stage of my life. You met me in a very strange time of my life. I’ve met you in a world of resentment and instability. We encounter each other in a period where fear, anger and ignorance conquer the atmosphere. Where violence is becoming a daily activity and resentment eats people’s souls. I met you in the most terrifying, messed up and mixed moment in my life… and yet in this world full of coldness you gave me kindness… sweetness… patience… compassion. You kissed my wounds and my bruises, dried my tears and sorrows, and warmed up my soul and spirit.

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But I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m so poor I can’t give you much but my humble destroyed pieces of what my life is. The little of what my flesh is, the engraved scars and fears in my body and soul, and the already dried blood running through my veins.