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What I feel when I am Alone?

The life becomes complicated when you are at a dark side.This darkness is the shadow of your lonliness and psychological problem.A deadly storm seems to be coming towards you but doesn't.A time which never stops giving you pain and hard ways.All the abilities of gaining attention and moving forward are prisoned.Thus is lonliness. You feel a silence among a crowd and thirst in the middle of an ocean.You feel losing everything by mind.In a colorful room, the feeling are colorless.The taste of life

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How criticism changed me to what am today!!

If you had to bring one idea to channel in order for them to have a better impact on society, what would you say, please explain and describe? I could give a motivational speech which I feel can lift their spirit and think positive towards circumstances. ` Yesterday is history, tomorrow is mystery but today is a gift that is why its called the present `. I lived my 20 years in misery of criticism, in a shell where I felt, I was never going to come out , at one point I never wanted to face peopl

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I AM WHO HE IS

WHO AM I? A creator An idol Architectural in mind Spiritual in soul Fun in kind The future containing special features Humble but can’t be crumbled He is I am that I am I am who I say I am For I am God’s image I’m a god

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I am not made of steel

I am not made of steel I am not made of steal Yet I am always the weak link Like the gold-plated jewelry You drape around your neck So gracefully I break I am like clay Your words shape me Painfully Your actions cut into me Like harsh hands Only meant to break me Maybe I am not good enough Maybe you think of me as cheap stock Because You rip me apart Out of frustration Not being able to mould me into what you want You break me Again And again And again Or maybe I am just scraps Something used Bu

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I Am A Poet

A poet with victorious inkn

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Would that, I wouldn't be, what I am.

Would that, I Wouldn't be , What I am. A tiny creature, a form I desire, Unnoticed, Unknown An oyster in a shell, deep in the sea, Eternal peace, away from abyss Would that I wouldn't be, What I am, A little child, a form I desire, Careless, Reckless, Would laugh out loud, Innocent desires. To be cared, to be loved, Some things I aspire. Would that I wouldn't be, What I am, An elderly person, a form I desire, At peace, No worldly desire. Seen my time, Lived enough, Seen enough, understood the pl

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Speechless I am

Sometimes we are running out of words to define the one we love

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I am a wolf

I am not a rose but a thorn I hurt everyone touching me They say i was cursed before i was born To be honest shit is killing me I have furs like a wild dog I grip a prey and vanish in a fog Some say my blows are like a wolf With a bad past like a cursed oaf Whatever they fucking call me From the bones i have been fighting Burning my past into odorous stream Yeah i'm a wolf and i will stop their scoffing I underwent an overwhelming mutation Split up my cocoon apart A caterpillar morphed into a bu

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I am afraid to tell you

I have fallen in love with my classmate. But my love is one sided. I want to tell her that I love you but I'm afraid to say it. I'm afraid to tell her if she stops talking to me after telling her I love you. My beloved is very beautiful and I am very ugly and my complexion is dark. So I'm afraid to tell her. There are many other reasons But I love and respect her very much.

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I am living your so called life

You made my life a living hell

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Mistakes are the road to your uniqueness.

Why do we fear making mistakes? We all have been told since childhood that good kids should always do the right thing. Mistakes are poor, shameful, scary and even dangerous. All of this has formed a delusion in us, which now prevents us from changing something in our lives, learning new things, changing ourselves and improving our lives. The only way to become yourself is to make mistakes, to try the world by touch, to understand what is yours and what is someone else's. The experience of one's own mistakes is nothing but a means of self-identification.

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