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Acumen

(N.) The ability to make good judgements and take quick decisions.
Pronunciation: ak-u-men

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One can live without love but not without food.

Answer for this post https://t.me/PensivePost/405

Unfortunately, the girl choose to go ahead with mutton and Mr. Someone is left alone.

What Mr. Someone has to say.. "Congratulations, you just set a new record. This is the first love triangle where a girl has to choose between a man and a goat."
Knowing the Art of Appropriate Retrospection!
By: #immo

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Scripturient
(Adj.) Having a consuming passion to write

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SELF HELP

How to stop time: kiss.
How to travel in time: read.
How to escape time: write.
How to release time: breathe.

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"The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts while the stupid ones are full of confidence."
-- Charles Bukowski

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My day starts backwards.. I wake up tired and i go to bed wide awake.
--lazy man

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"All you need is love. But a little chocolate now and then doesn't hurt."
—Charles Schulz

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Abience
(N.) The strong urge to avoid someone or something.

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A dream within a dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow:
You are not wrong who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

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