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art of being a human
i truly believe that it was beautiful of us to forgive ourselves for all the things we could never become, and gradually put pieces of our intangible soul in what we love the most. i believe the most powerful part of humans are their vulnerability; the way they are able to pour their rain upon…
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Desolation
my mother walks into the room with a coffee mug in her hand and tells me that i should go out, i should speak more when the guests arrives and i shouldn’t act so miserable. but how am i to convince my mother that i am not the daughter she wanted me to be. how…
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KALON
beauty that is more than skin deep Perhaps I thought a little too much That I wasn’t pretty, Rather I was such a raving wave Swaying from place to place Ranting along with the thunder And lingering lost Among those prettiest sunset and shores Perhaps I thought a little too much That I was just…
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Northern Lights
there is this boy out there,somewhere far away at the edge of the world.and he gets tired of thinking aboutthe same damp sunrise in his dusty old town. ( lifelessly, so obscurely )with his fingers wrapped in the rudimentsof his mother’s unfinished fabric.with his body drenched in a brutal ache. he sits on a classroom…
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