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is questioning everythinga mistakei ask myself againtoday mistakenly but tomorrowwill always arriveno matter the answer make no mistakeabout it
what lasts longerthan love loss what lasts longerthan loss longing and what lasts longerthan longing loving those long lostto what
listencan you hear nature beckonsand reminds thatin order to find peaceone must only betheir natural self even if that meansbeing silentand unheart
beside youthere is reason to forget that all there isis to float this tenderthrough the smooth waters and thenwhen they roughenfor they always willto remindthat with the right personeven the hard partsare easy and if notthen let that whichhas hardensodten mebesides
don’t breakdon’t relentdon’t submit to thedank wantto make things tinyand filled only withdon’t you must insteadevery dayeven todayespecially tomorrowdo it do itdo it it must breakbefore you do
how many words remainto be said, written, expressed all of them boil tothe same saltall numb the tonguewith the repetitive mantra to tryto tryto try there is nothing moreto do,except of course,to try againwhen you remainwordless
so much talkabout the flowers i am more enamouredwith the seeds shouldn’t we focuson those whoare not yet donegrowing
what progresshas been made,kacper to starti no longerworry about progression realizing that the lineis a circleeating itselfuntil it makes a waythe way then, away,knowing that once you feel everythingis overand things cannot get any betterthat’s when you begin againprogressingforward forever
they come inragebruising with light maybe the angry angerfor once it is stripped awayall that will be leftis hurt the open wound of the heartthe smile softening a scream now let it be saiduntil there is no moreto say if i can no longerheal the painlet the painheal me
it was all so silly i had spent so longlooking forthe loss in the losttrying to prevent itby finding the perfect momentthat could make it all right alright, then, let me tell youthe secret i discovered instead the perfect thingis meis youbeing momentousand usuallyquite sillyabout it all
