I've witnessed intense emotion vortices in my life for a month. What's going on with me? Somebody, something, an event, cut the wrong cable in that last second. The bomb went off this time. In my soul, in my soul, it blew too loudly, but nobody heard. Because nobody cares about you.
When you're talking to someone, they look at your mouth, not in the eye, as if the words are appearing. He's watching what I talk about, picking out what he likes. She's got a thousand thoughts on her mind. He interprets it, makes additions, takes what you tell and takes the subject to a different place.
Look deep into your eyes while listening to someone. You can reach the spirit through your eyes. There you will find a message written somewhere. Either a cry for help or a note I need, I can't breathe, call my breath. Perhaps a sense of joy, perhaps a desire to share happiness over the soul. Or a goodbye message, or a declaration of love. He can also ask you to wipe his tears, wrap his wounds tenderly. You may also want to sleep on your knees, or smell your hair. Look at each corner of your soul and find that note, notes. It's up to you whether you take action or not. But make it feel like you're reading the notes. This will do her good. Let him know that you listen to him, that you are reading. That means you care about him.
The people you listen to; your spouse, your child, your friend, your friend, your lover, your relative, your neighbor. Collect notes from your soul and make the necessary. To do this you must respect him. If you look in your mouth while listening to someone, you can have the smell of garlic from the morning soup. He may not have been suppressed with carnations.
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