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Vulnerability

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It is a terrifying notion, to bare your soul to another, to stand before them in all your vulnerability. To shed the layers of protection and reveal the marks that tell the stories of your life. The stretch marks, birth marks, and scars that map out the journey of your existence. Each one a testament to the battles you’ve fought, the pains you’ve endured, and the triumphs you’ve celebrated. In that moment of exposure, you will feel the heat of a thousand suns, your cheeks flushed with a kaleidoscope of emotions. You will stand before them, a rose shedding its … Continue reading Vulnerability

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May you never, ever give up!

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May you feel the warmth of your own beauty today, a radiance that shines from within and lights up the world around you. May you stand strong, brave, and capable, ready to embrace the person you’ve always dreamed of becoming. May your goals be within reach, your bad habits conquerable, your talents usable, and your heart open to learning and growth. May you face negativity with resilience, refusing to let it take root within you. Be fierce in your pursuit of happiness and maintain composure when things don’t go your way. Let kindness and grace flow from you effortlessly, even … Continue reading May you never, ever give up!

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His eyes

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His eyes, like pools of midnight, held a depth of desire that could not be contained. They spoke volumes, uncensored and raw, drawing me in with their intoxicating invitation. And when his saccharine tongue touched mine, it ignited a primal carnality within me, a thirst that could not be quenched, a drought that had long been ignored. He marked me with his teeth, his fingers tangled in my hair, leaving me raw and exposed. His touch was a scorching fire, a thrust against my soft skin, leaving me breathless and wanting more. As he moved within me, I saw a … Continue reading His eyes

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True love …

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Anything other than love is a deception, a mirage in the desert of life. But how does one discern the authenticity of love? It is when nothing is demanded of you, except to be your true self. When the gaze upon you is not hollow, but filled with genuine warmth and understanding. When a smile reveals an open heart, ready to embrace every moment with pure sincerity. True love is not tainted by manipulation or hidden agendas. It is a gaze that seeks to share the magic of life, to understand and appreciate without judgment. It is a mutual recognition … Continue reading True love …

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Solitude

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In the quiet embrace of solitude, I find the warmth of herb tea and the gentle caress of soft music. Here, in this sanctuary of stillness, I am cradled by the gentle whispers of my own thoughts, and I am reminded that solitude is not a void to be filled, but a space to be cherished. Loneliness, like black coffee and late-night television, is a companion that lingers in the shadows, a visitor that brings a bitter taste to the lips and a flickering glow in the darkness. It is a feeling that weighs heavy on the heart, a yearning … Continue reading Solitude

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Être fort …

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Être fort, c’est un fardeau que l’on porte en silence. C’est sourire même lorsque les larmes menacent de submerger notre âme. C’est rayonner de bonheur, même lorsque les ténèbres menacent de nous engloutir. C’est offrir le pardon à ceux qui ne le méritent pas, et attendre sans espoir de retour. C’est rester calme dans les tourments du désespoir, et offrir la joie quand notre cœur est en peine. Être fort, c’est cacher nos propres tourments derrière un sourire radieux, c’est étouffer nos sanglots pour offrir un visage serein. C’est offrir du bonheur à ceux qui nous entourent, même lorsque notre … Continue reading Être fort …

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Sadness

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When sadness comes to visit me, I welcome it with open arms, acknowledging its presence with a gentle “I see you.” I sit with it, allowing its weight to settle upon my shoulders, feeling its touch upon my soul. I don’t rush it away, for it is a part of me, a visitor in the house of my heart. I spend some time with this melancholic guest, understanding its whispers and the shadows it casts. I listen to its story, let its tears flow, and allow its echoes to reverberate within me. And as I sit in its company, I … Continue reading Sadness

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Brasil

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My love was born in a land of mystery where water flows in midnight tresses, so free this skin, a canvas of forest and Eastern light a redwood dye of history, woven so right. It’s not my own, but a legacy of toil from my mother’s hands, from the earth’s rich soil glass bangles sing, a melody in the air hoisting baskets of life, with grace and care. This land, it holds the moon and sun so dear with fruits so sweet, and eyes so kind and clear strong hands, gentle hearts, a rhythm so pure, a pulse that beats … Continue reading Brasil

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My heart onto the pages …

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I am transcribing the rhythm of my heart onto these pages, etching the echoes of my soul onto the delicate parchment, so that one day, long after I have departed this world, my essence will linger, as tangible as a stack of composition notebooks. In every word, I weave the tapestry of my being, each sentence a brushstroke of my existence. I pour my dreams, my fears, my triumphs, and my vulnerabilities into these pages, creating a symphony of emotions that will resonate through time. I am etching my spirit onto the fibers of these pages, creating an indelible imprint … Continue reading My heart onto the pages …

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Worried eyes …

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I look with worried eyes at the world around me, where social vines twist and tangle, where flashing lights blind us to the lack of rights. Human compassion seems to be in short supply, lost in the chaos and noise of hate and division. Hate feeds off hate, a vicious cycle that threatens to consume us all. But if hate can thrive, then love should come just as easily, if only we let it. Windows bashed in, faces sprayed with mace, lives choked out of existence, all in the name of eliminating race. The lines between classes have blurred, and … Continue reading Worried eyes …