Who’s going to take care of my blog if I die tomorrow, who will be left to ramble on and annoy others, will it be deleted, will people still come to laugh and cry, and be angered, will people even know that I’m gone, if I die tomorrow how long will it last, how long will my blog survive, can it make it on its own, who’s going to be there when it needs a hand, how will it cope if someone is mean to it, who will be there to protect and guide, who will be there to review, abuse and renew.
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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