Imaging how heavy this burden that this young child carried must be, it's a wonder, he needed to climb high up in the trees to, escape the world down below…the column by Jimmi Liao, translated by me… I Hear the Wind Murmur Low, The Fallen Le… Read on blog or Reader Mirroring the World Read on blog or Reader The Air, My Friend By taurusingemini on July 17, 2024 Imaging how heavy this burden that this young child carried must be, it's a wonder, he needed to climb high up in the trees to, escape the world down below…the column by Jimmi Liao, translated by me… I Hear the Wind Murmur Low, The Fallen Leaves, Sigh, The Trees, Whispering, The Birds, Singing Their, Songs, the illustration of Jimmi Liao, courtesy of UDN.com I'm a Child of Poetry, Hearing What Everyone Else Can't Hear Seeing What Everyone Else Couldn't Carrying What the Rest of the World Couldn't Quite, Handle……… This is too much for a child to bear, and yet, many children, are currently, bearing those, burdens of their parents' secrets, because the adults don't EVER, grow up enough, and the children always, ended up, D-E-A-D, brutalized by mommy and daddy, who were supposed to have been, the ones who loved them, and protected them.  The adults are simply, WAY too, IMMATURE in this world right now! Comment Like You can also reply to this email to leave a comment.

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