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eva_wiliams’s Profile PhotoEva Wiliams
Why do I apologize a lot nowadays?
What is it that's missing, once was so strong?
Who's the change that's building mountains of thoughts in my head?
Why do I apologize a lot nowadays?
Is there a remedy for my crimes, I didn't know I've committed?
Is there a part of me wanting to fly away and follow the leaves of a forest tree?
What is it with me?
Ugh wrong question!
What is it with the world?
And why am I apologizing a lot, nowadays?
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Figure out* dude not FIGURE IN XD

mrsugar123’s Profile PhotoB R O W N I E ✨
Right.
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I wouldn't waste my time spending my rarest of words to motivate someone on-line; I would't run my mind all night trying to figure in what way could i make someones day; not if I thought you as a random person on earth- nope; you're here, and I know you in a way or other, which makes you my special.
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And then this happens.

I wish u were still stranger to me so i could easily talk to u like in old days nd could smile over ur words :)

Juggun_Arouj’s Profile Photoアルジュ あり *_*
There is made no difference,
There are made no changes,
I still value my word, i still value my promise,
I still am here, I still watch your back,
A little distance had been born,
A little time had been escaped,
But no matter what; the bond remains,
Yet irrelevant of the long silences.!
Hahha stay_smiling *-*! looking forward to talking!

advice for a happy new year ?

eva_wiliams’s Profile PhotoEva Wiliams
Stop hearing and start listening, stop expecting and start fulfilling, stop imagining and start adapting, stop watching and start observing, stop talking and start conversing, stop pretending and start preparing, stop blaming and start accepting, stop doubting and start believing, stop avenging and start forgiving, stop prejudicing and start considering, stop apologizing and stop regretting, stop running and stop sinning, start sorting and start breathing, stop loosing and start winning, stop lying and start living.! *-*

Whatever floats your boat.

Lately he's different...
He doesn't hear the screeching sound of the alarm,
and I bet he doesn't not like the wired things anymore around,
He doesn't run away from his tears,
or neither does he fight back all his fears,
He doesn't paint the words anymore,
at least not of that his heart embraces,
He simply races his thoughts to himself,
He cries all night and saves the fictional smiles,
for the broad daylight that prejudices,
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I'm afraid... that maybe i'm trying not to reveal,
and yet, am writing about myself...
For lately I'm different, yet I know not what to be done!.

😊

Neither the suns die, nor the battles stop,
between the war lands and the far off shores; not in sight,
Neither the man feels enough, nor that the gold is dissolved,
Their lays a place of peace placed beneath the secret doors,
And when the wars stop and the airs clear; in precise you see,
A sacred land beholding the wonder of enrichments you seek,
The blood shed road; a path not walked if was worth all you've fought.!
The only place you claim t to be peace; a land of life and life alone.!
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I wanted to write and in hunger I versed these sounds in my head,
the longest I've ever took to write a piece; thirteen hour long of thoughts embedded in these lines above! and it'd make me happy if somebody reads it and understand it the way i do and leave a review.! #stay_blessed! *-*!

Less are those who live their lives Lucky are those who can live as the want to Blessed are those whose expectations are fulfilled Special are those who get their love Awarded are those who get a second chance And what we do Try try and try And in the end, while trying, we all become stories

Zariabkhan’s Profile PhotoZariab Sodozai
Stories scraped on stones,
Stories pebbled by flowing waters,
Stories carried away not splintered,
Stories that make their way arrayed,
Stories that do not rest,
Stories from the lengthy forest,
Stories that do not give up or get rotten,
Stories that do not fade or be forgotten,
We are stories, simple ones, that leave scars, that forms marks, that has life, that has undried blood flowing in veins.! Uhm... we are stories... Just the simple stories!.

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