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Some feelings and few people have the power to make us whole. Others are like weapon– Lethal guests that shatter our soul. Have you ever been so broken; that acid tears burn your hopes? Have you ever had the doubt; chase the horizon or live like a ghost? When flowers bloom from a broken heart; from the labyrinths within it's core. What essence do they have? How far their stem can go? If you can hear me, my darling, I can tell you what I know. Some blossoms have the scent of melancholia unable to reach the surface (afraid to grow). Others are bathed in new begginings; eager to reach, the light of the sun. ✦˳۫🕊🌥
〘 Clairel Estevez 〙
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Some feelings and few people have the power to make us whole. Others are like weapon– Lethal guests that shatter our soul. Have you ever been so broken; that acid tears burn your hopes? Have you ever had the doubt; chase the horizon or live like a ghost? When flowers bloom from a broken heart; from the labyrinths within it's core. What essence do they have? How far their stem can go? If you can hear me, my darling, I can tell you what I know. Some blossoms have the scent of melancholia unable to reach the surface (afraid to grow). Others are bathed in new begginings; eager to reach, the light of the sun. ✦˳۫🕊🌥
〘 Clairel Estevez 〙
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