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I met a little girl ...

I met a little girl in the streets just the other day. I met her somewhere between the trash cans of our city and those piles of junk you find laying around everywhere more often nowadays. You know those trash cans where people throw away all their dirt and rubbish, like bottles they emptied to drown their dreams, forget their past and numb their pain. And those times they're actually to drunk to find the trash cans - that's when those piles of junk and dirt start to form. But it's not only those bottles you can find there. You can find a lot of tissues there too - sometimes they are just wet because someone used them to dry their tears. Tears cried because of a broken heart. Maybe because this someone lost a beloved person, or maybe because they lost their job. Maybe they're desperately in love with someone, someone who doesn't seem to know they exist. But there's other tissues too, they're wet and red. Blood red - used because some wasn't able t
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Enough

You get up every morning wondering if you do enough.  You wonder if you are a good enough mom.  Good enough wife.  Good enough friend. You wonder if you do enough for your family.  Do enough for others.  Do enough for yourself.  You wonder if you work enough. Learn enough.  Teach enough.  You wonder if there is enough love in your life.  Enough joy in your life.  Enough hope in your live. Slow down. Take a deep breath. Be still.  You do enough. You are enough.  You will be enough. 
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My good friend

We used to be good friends. The best of friends really. The kind of friends that wake up before anyone else is awake and start whispering about what the new day might hold.  The kind of friends that spend every day with each other but never grow tired of each others company.  The kind of friends that one would think will always stay friends, no matter what.  I remember a day you and I spent at the playground. It was a hot summer day and we were playing with an old waterpump that had been there for as long as I could remember.  The water ran down between sand and small rocks, sometimes faster other times slower. At the end it formed a pool that was both refreshing and fascinating. We forgot time.  I came home way too late that day. My mother wasn’t pleased. But it was a great day spent with the best of friends.  There was another time, we were older then, and playing with a cat. The cutest little thing that kept us entertained with its tricks and never grew tired of
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The meadow

One day, when I was walking the streets of my memories and my past I met a girl, a girl unlike any others. I had walked by many places this morning already.  The bedroom where my father used to cry out in pain.  The graveyard we used to visit every weekend.  The school where no one noticed the real struggle.  The house, now empty, that I used to call home.  The hospital where I didn’t get to say my last goodbyes.  I could have visited so many more places in the lands of my past that day, but before Icould start walking towards the next event my eyes met her.  She was standing by the road with a beautiful bucket of flowers in her hands. None of them looked alike, but all of them were so uniquely beautiful. They were like nothing I had ever seen before.  So I simply had to ask, I was so curious. I said:»were did you find those beautiful flowers? I have been here many times and I have never once seen any flowers, let alone such amazingly beautiful ones.»  «I can
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