In the last period, I thought about what might be best for me, I wanted to believe that I could continue to live as if nothing had happened, But the human mind plays tricks ... And I thought, and thought, again and again... But I can’t find a way out. I tried to forgive myself, I met myself, we sat at the table and talked... Every night, I try to make peace, but there is no way... I dress light, because my soul already weighs too much, a weight added by damnation. I never asked to be saved, I was so selfish that I thought no one would cry for me, an idiot, hoping that someone would do.. Pieces of memories fading into the air, but the hatred of myself remains.. And I think, I think, I always think...what should I do, of my soul.. 🦋