I keep running without any trace. Will there ever be a home? -
I keep running without any trace. Will there ever be a home?
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I would like to 1. Think better.2. Communicate more meaningfully. -
I would like to 1. Think better.2. Communicate more meaningfully.
How to:1. Appreciate life.2. Be a better listener.3. Efficiently manage myself. -
How to:1. Appreciate life.2. Be a better listener.3. Efficiently manage myself.
1. Fall in love with myself.2. Celebrate myself.3. Practise gratitude.4. Speak for myself.5. Better myself. -
1. Fall in love with myself.2. Celebrate myself.3. Practise gratitude.4. Speak for myself.5. Better myself.
Words are oftenso heavyI can't get them out.The blank paper holds testamentTo buried thoughts.You find emptyletters in your box. -
Words are oftenso heavyI can't get them out.The blank paper holds testamentTo buried thoughts.You find emptyletters in your box.
The world has had nothing of me,But I have had enough of me.Where do I stop now? -
The world has had nothing of me,But I have had enough of me.Where do I stop now?
In the calm of the night,I fight my wars,I face my fears, alone.You sleep with the restof the world, whileI keep searchingfor home. -
In the calm of the night,I fight my wars,I face my fears, alone.You sleep with the restof the world, whileI keep searchingfor home.
in those distant hours,time stretches like eternityyet flies past in a moment,who carries you home?the night is wide awakeit swallows you whole,that light within flickers who brings you hope?the day sings a lullabythe cruelest there could be,you struggle to live, to defy--who gives you strength?look yourself in the eye. -
in those distant hours,time stretches like eternityyet flies past in a moment,who carries you home?the night is wide awakeit swallows you whole,that light within flickers who brings you hope?the day sings a lullabythe cruelest there could be,you struggle to live, to defy--who gives you strength?look yourself in the eye.
wounds that never heal,tend to surfaceat your darkest timesto remind how unworthyyou have always been.don't believe them.they don't own you.you wear your wounds as a warrior does.You write your worth, Love. -
wounds that never heal,tend to surfaceat your darkest timesto remind how unworthyyou have always been.don't believe them.they don't own you.you wear your wounds as a warrior does.You write your worth, Love.
the uproars of the soulthat refused to give in.It is a war, the art of life,To keep your voice alive,you revolt. -
the uproars of the soulthat refused to give in.It is a war, the art of life,To keep your voice alive,you revolt.