How To Remove Rust From Brushed Nickel

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It may be that one or the other actually asked why this was so long no new post written. Well, I found myself in a "non-emotive phase, very nice stuff, I can say in retrospect. Sorry, God (if it exists) has the comfortable skin unfortunately abgepellt without warning and leave me feeling naked.

short Where are feelings, and melancholy bleating is not far away.

Well, I feel very recently again and, of course, as it should be otherwise, a negative trend . Some feelings can be so cruel, I have really very little missing. It's not a nice feeling to feel feelings that you know that they are invisible, but that also remain imm he will. If you try to dissuade it, and maltreated himself with vorfwurfsvollen questions ( "What could these ridiculous feelings for the and-the? You SST further full well that you'll never be happy!" ). Not nice not easy - what is this nonsense about? With a desperate expression I am looking for my all-skin-matter, but they find only abgepellt and lying dead in a corner. Even that has not endured a long time.

head and heart are unfortunately separated. One can without the other, but also with each other can not. No compromise, it is felt! Sometimes I wonder if my heart is actually a little sadist . Instead of me once to do something good, it sends me out with this uneasy feeling. Question marks in my face, because if you had asked me, I would have said to the feelings of these people no. And now I can see how I get the feeling wiped out, so what does not work anyway because the invisible can be carried off badly, you do not know where to start we should. What it brings to the heart if the accident has already been established? We can say nothing of the people's feelings, because this man has nothing left. Especially not for one that nobody wants anyway. I would someone like that, moreover, do not want. It would also blow but really no trouble, but somehow there is still a residual pride that finally demands his luck. The luck is with the premise so much. You stand in front of a mountain, behind which waits also quite possibly the luck ... Perhaps behind the mountain but also another. I dare not. My heart laughs. And crying.