It is tiring to speak with passion to find all your efforts going to astray. It is taugh not to yell at insensitive imbeciles, day in and day out. Yet, every morning something from within the tired me whisper: “please, try one more time with greater care and more warmth. Who knows, that may bring some chage.” It never does. It never did. Those who are blind, blind by choice. No amount of gentle nudge will be enough for them.
Yet, after everything – my stupid, tired body and soul wisper: “Please, one more time!”
So I do.
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