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Wishing you all the best …

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As the year draws to a close, we find ourselves reflecting on the journey we’ve traveled. We recount the highs and lows, the moments that shaped us, and the memories that will forever linger in our hearts. It’s a time to embrace the lessons learned, the victories achieved, and to be grateful for the love and support that surrounds us. In these precious moments, we share laughter and joy with those who mean the most to us, creating memories that will endure through time. As we bid farewell to the old year, we extend our warmest wishes for the coming … Continue reading Wishing you all the best …

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New Year …

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In the dawn of a new year, I make a solemn vow, to pour out the contents of my cup, to disavow the past resolutions and conditions that weigh me down and unearth the authentic “me” that has long been bound. Beneath the layers of memes, beliefs, and expectations, I seek the genuine “me,” buried under life’s complications. Perhaps this hidden self is not as flawed as I’ve been led to believe, if only I can excavate deeper, and truly perceive. I yearn to strip away the layers, to peel back the veils, and uncover the essence of “me” that … Continue reading New Year …

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My religion …

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My faith is boundless, uncontained, and free, for Love is the creed that speaks to me. No dogma, no doctrine can hold my heart, for Love is the only path, the only art. I belong to no religion, no sect or creed, for Love is the only light that I need. In every heart, I find my temple true, for Love is the essence of all that is due. My soul is free, unshackled by belief, for Love is the only truth that brings relief. In every breath, in every beat of my heart, I feel the presence of Love, … Continue reading My religion …

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Who loves, cares …

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In the tender embrace of love lies the seed of responsibility, a commitment that extends beyond oneself. A love that nurtures not only the soul, but also the ties that bind us to our kin, our community, and our homeland. It may seem daunting, but in its essence, it is strikingly uncomplicated, for I can discern no alternative path. For when love blooms within, it compels us to tend to our own well-being, to safeguard the ones dearest to us, and to foster unity within our community. It beckons us to care for the land that cradles us, to cherish … Continue reading Who loves, cares …

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Father

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Father, where are my wings? I yearn to soar above the world, to leave behind the weight of my weary heart and ascend into the boundless sky. Why did you bestow upon me such strength, only to watch me stumble and fall? I am but a fallen angel, a creature of grace burdened by the weight of earthly woes. Father, can you hear me? Where do I place the dreams you held for me, the aspirations that once danced within your gaze? Where do I find the fortitude that you instilled in me, the resilience that was meant to carry … Continue reading Father

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I survived him

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He was a different kind of pain, a tempest that raged within the chambers of my heart. His presence was a tumultuous storm, tearing through the tranquility of my soul, leaving behind a trail of emotional wreckage. He was a war inside me, a battle that raged on relentlessly, threatening to consume every part of my being. His words were like daggers, his actions like arrows, piercing the armor of my resilience and leaving me vulnerable in the wake of his tumultuous presence. But in the midst of the chaos, I found the strength to endure. I weathered the storm, … Continue reading I survived him

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Madalena da Paz feelings

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All I have left of him is his scent, a fragile fragment of memory that I cradle in the palm of my hand. It’s a piece of cut cloth from what used to be our pillow, a relic of the days when our lives were intertwined, our dreams woven together in the fabric of our shared existence. Now, it’s all I have, wrapped in clear plastic to shield it from the ravages of time and the cruelty of the elements. He has left behind a tangle inside of me, a knot of emotions and longing that will take years to … Continue reading Madalena da Paz feelings

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I think I fall in love a little bit with anyone who shows me their soul

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In a world veiled in guarded hearts and fearful whispers, I find solace in the rawness of souls laid bare. There’s a certain magic in the vulnerability of unguarded hearts, a symphony of authenticity that resonates with the deepest chambers of my being. I think I fall in love, just a little bit, with anyone who peels back the layers of their soul, revealing the intricate tapestry of their essence. In the midst of a world that often conceals its true nature, I am drawn to the unfiltered truth that flows from the depths of a person’s spirit. There’s a … Continue reading I think I fall in love a little bit with anyone who shows me their soul

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“You’re dangerous,” he says. “Why?” “Because you make me believe in the impossible.”

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In your presence, the boundaries of my world tremble, and the walls I’ve built around my heart begin to crumble. You are a tempest, a force that defies reason and logic, stirring within me a belief in the extraordinary. Your words are like whispers from a realm of dreams, weaving enchanting tales of possibilities that defy the constraints of reality. You are a catalyst, igniting the flames of hope and daring me to reach for the stars. In your gaze, I see the reflection of a universe where the inconceivable becomes tangible, where the unimaginable takes shape. You are a … Continue reading “You’re dangerous,” he says. “Why?” “Because you make me believe in the impossible.”

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Little things …

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It is the little things that occupy the deepest spaces in the heart. Like hidden treasures nestled in the secret chambers of the soul, these small gestures, delicate words, and authentic gestures of love are the ones we will carry with us forever. They are the whispered “I love you” in the quiet of the night, a gentle melody that lingers in the heart long after the words have faded into the embrace of memory. They are the tender caress of a hand, a silent reassurance that speaks volumes without a single syllable. They are the shared laughter that dances … Continue reading Little things …