My heart bleeds for I’ve loved. Love that will never be. I believed when he said he loved me. I believed for he told me the words I wanted to hear. I thought he was sincere, or that’s what I want him to be. Little did I know, it was just lust and nothing more. He use the word love to persuade me. I believe it right away..... Ah, love can make ones crazy, stupid and careless. You made my heart bleed , but it’s ok. For someone will come along to tear yours like you did me................by: Fernanda Satumbaga Balan 05/21/2020
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New Age Begins
Oppression is control. Control is fear. These are the old. The cultures of the world is Aching for change. They want to embrace the unity, equality, prosperity, freedom, peace, happiness of being alive. The oppressor, is a lone entity. Lonely, afraid, and weak. He is driven by his fear. To oppress is to feel superior. Only in reality he is disable. Awaken the soul so that the spirit can be bright. To show the real ability that’s hidden inside. For when it is brought out and the fear is gone. The understanding of the reality is open at hand. To show compassion, humility, emphaty, kindness and love. Taken in by your oppressed people, who in return brings forth forgiveness and healing begins. The soul of the oppressor will be light. And like rain bring flowers to the land and beyond....... by: Fernanda Satumbaga Balan 05/21/2020
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