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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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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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“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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Spill yourself out!

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Pour yourself onto the paper, let the ink flow like a river, carrying the weight of your unspoken words. Drag the pen across the page, etching your story into the fibers, staining it with tear marks and the rawness of your emotions. Breathe life into the pages, infusing them with the scent of your struggles, the echoes of your internal battles. Handle it as though it were poison, for the words you spill onto the paper are potent, a reflection of your deepest truths. Slide it between the leaves of an old, dusty book, a relic of your unspoken confessions, … Continue reading Spill yourself out!

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Sensitive beings

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In the quiet spaces where words fade into the hush of solitude, there exists a realm where sensitivity blossoms into understanding. Anyone can hear the notes of a whispered heart, but it takes a soul attuned to the delicate symphony of emotions to truly comprehend the unspoken language of the silent and the lonely. These are the gentle souls whose love transcends the limitations of speech, whose affection flows in the graceful arcs of their gestures. They are the ones whose presence is a soothing balm, whose touch carries the weight of a thousand unspoken confessions. In their silence, they … Continue reading Sensitive beings

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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 …

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I learnt from the flowers …

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I wasn’t always a woman, I wasn’t always this soft; I had to learn from the flowers after the storm, how to be, and how to survive them, both. I am the bloom that rises from the wreckage, the petal that unfurls in the aftermath of chaos. I am the alchemy of strength and vulnerability, the resilience that emerges from the tempest, softened by the gentle touch of grace. I learned from the flowers, those delicate warriors who bow to the fury of the storm and rise again, adorned with the shimmering pearls of rain. I learned to weather the … Continue reading I learnt from the flowers …

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Sometimes we need this to bear our raw reality …

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To romanticize the world is to peel back the layers of reality and reveal the enchantment that lies beneath. It is to awaken the soul to the magic, mystery, and wonder that dance through the fabric of existence. It is to educate the senses to see the ordinary as extraordinary, the familiar as strange, the mundane as sacred, and the finite as infinite. In the romanticized world, every dewdrop on a petal is a glistening gem, every rustling leaf a whispered secret, and every sunset a masterpiece painted by the hand of divinity. It is a world where the scent … Continue reading Sometimes we need this to bear our raw reality …