If You Were The Poor,

At Last, She Makes Her Choice. She Turns Around, Drops Her Head, And Walks Toward A Horizon She Cannot See. After That, She Does Not Look Back Anymore. She Knows That If She Does, She Will Weaken.

The Rope That Pulls You From The Flood Can Become A Noose Around Your Neck.

So, Then. You Want A Story And I Will Tell You One.

A Man Who Has No Conscience, No Goodness, Does Not Suffer.

There Was So Much Goodness In My Life. So Much Happiness. I Wondered Whether I Deserved Any Of It.