There was no one in whom I could trust or whom I could talk or on whose shoulder I would weep any which ways. By this time I have already learned how to wipe my tears and how to stand strong. So that 9th August 1, the same day I stood up firmly on my knees again. And the first thing was I know I had done a mistake
So what if I'm writing poetry? If anybody else feels it's useless, then why should I stop writing? I write because I want to write, and I know that I'm not doing anything wrong here. So thank you so much for this podcast, and I'm looking forward to another. If it's a continuing swell, as it seems to be, as if you have mentioned part one, I'm waiting for part two. Thank you so much