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You don’t know her …

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You think you know her, don’t you? Because you’ve seen her skin and touched her body. But tell me, have you ever delved deeper, beyond the surface of her flesh? Have you ever asked about the dreams that she chases, the ones that keep her up at night? Have you ever listened to the stories of her childhood, the moments that shaped her into the person she is today? You see, there’s so much more to her than meets the eye. Beneath the soft curves of her skin, there’s a soul that burns with passion and a heart that aches … Continue reading You don’t know her …

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Precious stranger …

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It’s a curious dance, isn’t it? How can someone waltz into your life? A stranger at first, and then, without notice, etch their presence upon your heart. They will intertwine themselves into the fabric of your daily life, and before you realize, they’ve become an irreplaceable part of your world. You’ll hold them close, afraid to lose the warmth of their company, for they’ve become a constellation in the night sky of your existence. But when they choose to walk away, the air will shift, and the world will be tinted with a different hue. For they’ve left an indelible … Continue reading Precious stranger …

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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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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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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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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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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