Did I mind, she asked. I smiled. Of course, I didn’t mind. At that point, I was at her mercy.
Give me this day my daily bread, I asked.
Bread. As in sustenance. Like strength and energy to keep on. Yah. I want it, please.
I can’t do this
I can’t do this That’s the last thing I tell myself. It is the point where I’ve practically given up, and there’s no point in trying again. I look at my situation and I just can’t find the strength to go on. I can’t do this Those are the last words that escape my lips…
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Never say Never. Like… for real.