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Writing is like a gateway drug to life altering passion …

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He spoke to me with a voice that carried weight, a weight that held the power to change my fate. His words were like a symphony, each note carefully crafted to create a melody. He said to me, “Writing is like a gateway drug to life altering passion.” At first, I didn’t understand what he meant. But as he continued to speak, I felt my heart begin to beat with a newfound intensity. He explained that writing was the first step, the first taste of something greater. It was the spark that ignited the fire within, the seed that would … Continue reading Writing is like a gateway drug to life altering passion …

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Birds 

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Someone once told me she expected me to start speaking with the birds outside my window, to become one with the sky and the whispers of the wind. I smiled and said, “I have never spoken with a bird before, but I imagine their conversations are filled with the poetry of the heavens. I would probably ask if they were ever envious of things that cannot take flight.” In the quiet moments of solitude, I often find myself gazing at the birds as they dance upon the air, their wings brushing against the canvas of the sky. I wonder what … Continue reading Birds 

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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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The fool within me …

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In the depths of my being, I must learn to embrace the fool within me—the one who dances with emotions too fervently, who speaks with a heart laid bare, and who dares to take risks that lead to both triumph and defeat. This fool within me lacks the restraint of self-control yet brims with a love that knows no bounds. This fool loves with an intensity that ignites the soul, yet also harbors the capacity for both adoration and disdain. It’s a paradoxical dance of light and shadow, where hurt and healing intertwine, where promises are made and at times, … Continue reading The fool within me …

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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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Our planet

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Our planet, a fragile orb suspended in the vastness of the cosmos, spins delicately, a tiny jewel in the expanse of the universe. Our time in history is marked by fragility, division, and tension, a period where the threads of humanity seem strained and taut. Amidst this tumultuous tapestry, we must never forget that the sustenance of our world, the perpetuity of our existence, can only ever be rooted in one thing: Love. It is not about being right or having our way, nor is it about surrender or the resolution of problems. This love resides on an entirely different … Continue reading Our planet

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An impolite guest

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Even if you use commas, put a period, and run away from suspension points, the rhythm of life will find its own cadence. Sooner or later, love will be impolite, a bold intruder that enters your life without asking for permission. It arrives unannounced, a tempest in the calm of your existence, disrupting the carefully constructed walls you’ve built around your heart. It doesn’t heed the rules of engagement, nor does it wait for the perfect moment to make its grand entrance. Love is impolite, an audacious guest at the banquet of your solitude. It disregards the formalities, sweeping you … Continue reading An impolite guest