Has someone or something stolen from you? Do you know who/what it was? Did it affect you? Do you care?
Doesn’t have to be serious.
Share your stories!
Has someone or something stolen from you? Do you know who/what it was? Did it affect you? Do you care?
Doesn’t have to be serious.
Share your stories!
Did it ever get better? Or stay the same? Cause I think sometimes about the heart as I heard it from a heartbroken guy on Rumblestrip Vermont. He said when it gets broken it’s like you put it in a bag and smash it. And it’s like china, you can only put it together so many times before it becomes dust. But personally, I’ve found I am miserable if I put myself there. And instead remind myself that there is no cap on love, and that it’s a wellspring that we can all draw from.
But also big hugs =(
The second one was only 2 years ago unfortunately. I don’t trust strangers at all, which is sad because I know most people are generally nice.
Stealing from other people should be punished with chopping their hands off, like the old days! (jk)