(Photo by Anita Austvika) Is it called Living? Forcing yourself out of the bed every morning. When you haven’t moved yet, but your body feels tired and torn.
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(Photo by Sam Bark ) “Out of the nest don’t step out, What plans do you nurse by gazing about? It will be futile, if you even try, My dear…
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(Photo by Dan Gold) A corpse the world has turned into, Without any ray of light. Procrastination rules in the works to do, Where love had just taken root, grew…
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(Photo by Natalia Figueredo ) I have stepped into an abyss, jumped away from all light. And there in, something’s burning, something’s burning red bright.
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(Photo by Kristen Wyman) A nightingale sang every night, A song for her beloved. Her love every night grew deep.
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(Photo by Sandra Ahn Mode) I am flowing towards my dream, Casting behind all fears and screams. I am flowing forward for the best, I am flowing stronger than the…
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(Photo by Landon Martin ) Straight he stands On the left of the street. Everyone who passes, them loving he greets.
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( Photo by Lucus Silva Pinheiro Santos) https://unsplash.com/@lucassilvapinheirosantos I stepped out out with fear and hope. I was done for what I had to cope. Not scared to leave my…