Nov 13, 20211 min read

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A wheel chases us all relentlessly.

Some run while a few tumble around

till it crushes us to splinters.

We are neither running downhill or

up hill yet the wheel never deters its pace.

At the call of the one who remember's their dead lover one is alive despite being dead the perishable body shall only hold onto a few...

Staring at the ruined canvas with colours she detest and forms she'd never digest to view any longer, she slathered fresh hues to cover...

let it flow through you, acknowledge it, the suffering shall also have place in your thoughts now Eventually will give root to wisdom and...

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