“Participation” is more than you think
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“You just have to participate”, they said.
And I did participate.
I participated, shared and again participated.
And when I again shared and participated, one day I felt that I was overshared.
Afterwards - when I was splitted.
Something from me was dissociated, abstracted and isolated.
“You have only to help” they said.
So I did help.
I helped and again reached out and helped.
And again when I reached out and helped.
One day I felt like something was taken away from me.
Afterwards - when I helped again.
I lost my power and strength.
Then I asked for help, but there was no one to help or reach out.
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About the Creator
AL. K.
A guy from Latvia with sense and understanding about good writing and poetry. I’m trying to make best performance to improve my writing skills. Inspire others and bring them love justice and peace to their lives, brings me joy.
Pearl
1980 something. we all hung out at Pearl and you and i were nothing special, or so i thought. i mean we all danced, drenched in our own sweat, our own saline solution of fear, too many beers, shots, laughter, tears, fucks in the bathroom and i don't know when we began to be afraid. do you?
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)4 days ago in Fiction

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