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This is not the end, my friend.Just as the ocean sings songs to infinityOur friendship too will flow onwardUntil the day one of usTurns and leavesAnd the seasons will turn…
I hope you are blessedwith a heart like a wildflower. Strong enough to rise againafter being trampled upon,tough enough to weatherthe worst of the summer storms,and able to grow and…
PEOPLE AREN’T HOMES Child,why did no oneever teach youthat you cannotturn peopleinto homes? People are rivers,ever changing,ever flowing.They will disappear witheverything you putinside them. Still,your home doeshave a heartbeat.But it…
if you start living for the smallest reasons, that’s when you know you’re really living. the smell of rain after a thunderstorm, the shades of pavements when it’s autumn, the…
the moon is drunk and the stars intoxicated, with the sins of the sun, and the sadness of the sky, shifts, blurs from the earth, and you stare, and wonder…
And sometimes we run out of time. Every moment passes by us incessantly. A moment that will remain only a memory. And just a memory. The moments are made to…
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