We all want to fit in yet stand out.
Our minds wanna behave under the prospect and
refuge of dwelling within a herd and
satisfy our big ego at the same time.
If we are unable to dine alone
not out of circumstances but by choice,
we fit in the same bubble.
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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