Sometimes I feel guilty for knowing. Sometimes I don't, because it's a relief to me, that can make my day. But still, I won't feel right about it, because I'm not supposed to know these stories.
Tuesday, 26 July 2016
Stories
I rarely ask questions. I
usually keep my mouth shut, and sometimes people would come and tell. I just
let it be, and listen, but I will pay full attention to it, because sometimes
it's shocking, yet interesting, and some are sad, that made me feel like I want
to hug it out and say sorry. A source of amazement. Full of surprises.
Unpredictable as well! People usually tell out of nowhere and usually it caught me
off guard.
Sometimes I feel guilty for knowing. Sometimes I don't, because it's a relief to me, that can make my day. But still, I won't feel right about it, because I'm not supposed to know these stories.
Sometimes I feel guilty for knowing. Sometimes I don't, because it's a relief to me, that can make my day. But still, I won't feel right about it, because I'm not supposed to know these stories.
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