Stop

When I hear a sign of one character of natively, I shoot down. I see things in native. That was when I douth myself, just by one native. Make me second-guess everything. It's like someone turns off the light. All the joys rush out of me. I try to stade a positive mind. I am always trying to look at things in good ways. But something always knocks me down. I am trying to bounce back. One person told me my poems are not poems. Another person told me my story was repeated. Then I think and stop. This is when I doubt everything. That is why my story is a fact in your words. It is a sign that my story has just come true. But am I going to continue or let go? But the decision is not an easy one. It makes me feel like I have to step back. That is just my life. Second, guess me. Live a life of regard. He has to step back. Put a whole on life. Stop what I am doing. Once they were a joy, and now they are regrets. One sees native. She feels it in her soul. The pleasure is gone with the wind. I don't know how to feel. Just like the beginning. Something pushes me back down. The joy is gone. Now the doubt reaches me. I think the regard. So I stop and think, maybe that is not for me. I just douth myself. No, where to put all