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We know virtue of travelling light, let's practice that in life too Lesser the baggage we carry with us better is our journey Oftentimes we get hurt badly by those we loved and cared for
Once upon a time, There was a little chicken, Who thought life was sublime, Till with fear he was stricken He asked his mother, “Where are you going?” “Why are you leaving?”
Land of the Free! For you, not me! 12 hours in the sun but still not free. Held back by the chains of oppression, trying to break free. Everyday is the same. The same pain, the same orders,
I woke up in this body Without any glamour whatsoever Loving myself forever Without idolized beauty Sounding a little bit loopy I woke up in this pattern Without a round tootie
Heartbreaks Couldn’t be you all by yourself
No more hurt, No more pain, No more broken hearts, And no more devastating surprises. There is a cure for cancer.
How softly the music plays A minstrel’s tune sways I can only just feel it Brushing along my finger tips Tingling down my spine The world slowly becoming mute Yet feeling so alive
WHAT WOULD I CHANGE HUH I ASK MYSELF THIS QUESTION LOOK IN THE MIRROR TO MY REFLECTION. WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE GIRL? CLOSE MY EYES AND BY MY SURPRISE I GET A FLASH OF THE WORLD.
I don't want to seem selfish I know there's bad all around But this holllow sound of emptiness Drowns out all of the cries for help I don't want to seem selfish
Devilish deliverer of darkness Eerie establisher of ease Faithless father of fear
If an Author is a job than believe me my life will be changed. I sit and pondered on what is it I want to do for the rest of my life. It came clear to me that it would be to write.
I look and see greatness and admiration. I always have to look pass my procrastination. I would like to change that so I could get more things done.
My soul mate One day I find myself fly away Leave this world Above the stars Back again
Never letting go of me Shifting, thinking, bending You twist my body Whirling me around Glamorous
you are the stars i gaze at every single night you are the sun i wake to with its rays of golden light you frolic in my orangejuice and snuggle in my bread you've nestled in my heart and you've rooted in my head
If I could change the world, I wouldn't change it. For we already have the capability to rearrange it. We are a feeling species. Full of love and of hate. Yet we cannot appretiate that fact.
Compassionate and kind. These are synonyms of the word humane. A word with a root thats names one of the most violent, disrespectful and unfair race of beings in this universe.
It's not the exact progression exception Among all my most prized possessions must be the words that I have never spoken Chosen Swallowing evil words that be-throne them the more condensed