Why is it anytime one finds hope there is always some form of ‘string’ attached to it? The reality of what can and cannot be clouds my mind and uncertainty is a loud, unwanted force.
Anytime I open up myself and share my heart there is always, so it seems, another force fighting for that which I rest my soul on. It seems to drown me and speaking on it can’t be done. It’s a silent hell and one to endure alone, one I thought I’d never encounter again.
Yet, as always, the loss of it all begins.
Just What the Doctor Ordered... 
It is great and useful.
Thank you so much for following my posts.
You are welcome in London to enjoy tours.
Best wishes
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I appreciate your support as well and thank you for the welcome to London! 😀 I actually have been spending 6 months in England, 6 months in America, for the past … er almost 10 years now. I’m in the states atm, missing the UK for sure! I hope you’re well!!!
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