maybe man needs pain and suffering to survive, not everything can be perfect all the time, loss and gain are as necessary as water and oxygen, without them how do you know what its like when one is lost
Begun again, endless pain
Left in the rain,
Till the sun shines
We will wait in lines
Pieces strewn all over the table
Each person is able
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In the Garden of Solitude
T he stillness where shadows whisper, I wander the garden of my solitude, Amongst the withered petals of hope, Fear blooms like a nig...
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good days and bad, waves of emotions blending into each other, fueled by loneliness, caffeine, stress, worry and overthinking, trying to f...
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T he stillness where shadows whisper, I wander the garden of my solitude, Amongst the withered petals of hope, Fear blooms like a nig... -
There are so many addictions out there, but why??? I think primarily it has to do with peoples inability to enjoy the silence of the present...
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