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It is always in front of you. It has answers about your coming life. But you can't see it.
By Gloria Penelope2 months ago in Poets
I live in you; with you, but you can't physically touch me. You can feel my movement, but you can't see me. You can hurt me, but I keep healing.
Am I creepy? to my neighbor I think she might be a witch. Because of her lifestyle. She seemed to be quite joyful. But pretense within
tears agony obstacles daily setbacks beatings Now or tomorrow? I already know I rarely experience peace. Is it because I'm an orphan?
The power of thoughts our thoughts, your thoughts. There's nothing on earth can control you more than your thoughts. Your thoughts can harm you.
The chuckling comes from a distance. There is no trace of people. There are no signs of footsteps either. Walking through a dry desert.
Life is a mystery. To you and me Reality should kick in. Death is always with us. There are those who died yesterday night.
the large rock strong and hard on top of the mountain It doesn't move. It has never moved. It's been there for years. since God created it.
On a bus to George I saw a man. He looked sad. Angry And traumatized I stared at him. I kept staring at him. until he noticed that
I am sitting here. I've been walking until I come across this river. Taking a simple walk is so refreshing in the middle of the forest.
waking up in an empty space with empty stomachs Hunger presents a challenge. We can't recall the day we ate a proper meal
us Just us. together Me and him. talking But I am not sure. Do I agree? He loves me. Yes, I understand. But I am not sure if I do.
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