life is a book, the more people you meet and places you see the more pages, and the richer your own book becomes. This is what real richness is. Imagine to get a job for the UN would be so cool travelling and helping those that truly need it. If only everything was black and white, people said what was really on there mind, and truly honest. Why do people make it so hard?
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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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