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𝗗𝗘𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗢𝗙 𝗔 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗗
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𝗗𝗘𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗢𝗙 𝗔 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗗
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𐀔 ࣪ . guitar and music become a refinement of life, once a quote on a guitar can produce a thousand happiness. the unique sound released from the tool has almost no difference with the name of opium, yes strumming the guitar is a fun thing and makes opium when several times tried. music is like majas, looks complicated and other. but full of beauty. through music one can vent his feelings, whether it is a maker or a listener of music. some songs have a meaning that is so touching that it dissolves in comfort when heard. two of the many perfections that can be felt, i don't know. when you're feeling sadness, try to play the guitar or listen to music. it's a small thing, but when it's done it's going to be very influential. in the mountains there is snowfall a white blanket of mystery the trees rise to the occasion flaunt their naked potency. the cabin window bleeds firelight steam pouring down the walls her memory an apparition a whirlwind guiding his dark storm. and he played her a love song plucked the chords right out of the air guitar dangling at his side both hands lost deep in her hair. and she sang a melody pulled the crying notes from his skin her lips pressed against his neck aords warm as the summer wind. snow creeps up the log house he can barely push the door brittle frost cracks beneath him fractured veins of lost love. the axe cleaves through the silence the scent of pine all that remains Its haze devouring all around him etiolating his memories. and he played her a love song plucked the chords right out of the air guitar dangling at his side both hands lost deep in her hair. and she sang a melody pulled the crying notes from his skin her lips pressed against his neck words warm as the summer wind. and he cries out their love song the words catching in the cold air his old guitar firewood his fingers lost without it there. his voice a keening melody an eagle cartwheeling all alone lips as blue as his wintered heart now that she is gone ⋮ ∶ ⚘
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one time someone attacked me and said that i was a bad bitj, but before saying that they didn't introspect themselves first, it was very annoying. they think with me being said that way, they can look cool. but in my eyes, they looked like very strange humans. not only did they get there, after spreading hatred towards me, they still didn't stop to stalk and check ma account. i don't know what the motivation is they were to do just that, for sure they really looked like strange creatures. not just one or two people, but a few. s/he spread hatred towards that person only because of the views of one side, and was incited by the talk of others. dropping the self-esteem of others without evidence is not a thing that deserves to be a joke, strange. to cover the shortcomings that exist in her by uging someone to others? it's so absurd. use a wise word or sentence in admonishing others, with a polite sentence you will make someone change themselves and realize their mistakes.
one time someone attacked me and said that i was a bad bitj, but before saying that they didn't introspect themselves first, it was very annoying. they think with me being said that way, they can look cool. but in my eyes, they looked like very strange humans. not only did they get there, after spreading hatred towards me, they still didn't stop to stalk and check ma account. i don't know what the motivation is they were to do just that, for sure they really looked like strange creatures. not just one or two people, but a few. s/he spread hatred towards that person only because of the views of one side, and was incited by the talk of others. dropping the self-esteem of others without evidence is not a thing that deserves to be a joke, strange. to cover the shortcomings that exist in her by uging someone to others? it's so absurd. use a wise word or sentence in admonishing others, with a polite sentence you will make someone change themselves and realize their mistakes.
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ㅤㅤㅤ𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗔 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘
nature's letter, he said. even the universe can't define how big it feels, because he says i've become part of the universe itself. as everything began to go slowly, his attitude changed little by little. maybe i'm wrong, maybe i regret it. i've been that good at being, that's it. now there are only traces that cannot be followed, cannot be followed. the classic reason given to each other is enough, all those reasons are useless. it's still clear on the ear, the sweetness of the sound. our usual steps are in rhythm, you lead me to love you. but suddenly, you went in a different direction. there is absolutely nothing to regret when you have gone through everything together, everything will feel beautiful and calm. he reminded me how wonderful life is. i'm happy, u were born in the world and showed me what the real universe is. i'm glad you were born among billions of people, and i can, on my radar, find you. but with the minute, the hour, the time we have to leave each other for each other's good. it's okay, there will be much better to come in my next life. i once heard someone say, If you don't change you do not grow, but i waved the thought away, for who were they to think they know, i'd always stayed the same, a heart that thrived within the cold, and i had no desire to change, at least that's what i had been told, but deep within my mind, a thought grew slowly, bit by bit, until i felt trapped in my skin, for it no longer seemed to fit, there's a whole world sitting out there, changing every single day, that proves it's nothing to be scared of, if you do it the right way, for a day afraid to turn to night, will miss the silver moon, and a flower that refuses change, will never get to bloom, i had thought i was a thorn bush, only good for snagging clothes, but if you do not dare to change, you'll never find out you're a rose. knock on my heart if you knock on my heart once you'll hear the hollow cries and the echoes of the whispers of a girl who used to fly if you knock on my heart twice you just might hear the story of a girl who loved the ones who stripped her of her glory If you knock on my heart thrice you'll find my crumpled soul but do not be too upset If you cannot make it whole for there are so many people who've torn me inside out and the ones who try to heal me have there eyes etched with doubt i'm like a broken doll my only sounds are tinned and the badges of my solitude over my chest they are pinned i know that i'm almost gone that my heart is like a grain vut there's something you can do that'll make music once again Knock on it once then twice then knock on it ten times more you'll hear the tune of a song of a girl who loves to soar. i'd write love letters to the earth, whisper them to the wind, fold them into paper boats, and find a stream to sail them in, i'd write of beautiful sunrises, of the oranges and pinks, while i sit beside the seashore, where the waves can smudge my ink, i'd write these words on paper, but for paper i need trees, like many things mankind has made, but doesn't really need, and so our letters to the earth, leave less love than they do scars, When we write them in our blinding light, that blocks out all the stars, so when writing letters to the earth, it's time that we rethink, since we don't need a piece of paper, if the life we live's the ink.
ㅤㅤㅤ𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗔 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘
nature's letter, he said. even the universe can't define how big it feels, because he says i've become part of the universe itself. as everything began to go slowly, his attitude changed little by little. maybe i'm wrong, maybe i regret it. i've been that good at being, that's it. now there are only traces that cannot be followed, cannot be followed. the classic reason given to each other is enough, all those reasons are useless. it's still clear on the ear, the sweetness of the sound. our usual steps are in rhythm, you lead me to love you. but suddenly, you went in a different direction. there is absolutely nothing to regret when you have gone through everything together, everything will feel beautiful and calm. he reminded me how wonderful life is. i'm happy, u were born in the world and showed me what the real universe is. i'm glad you were born among billions of people, and i can, on my radar, find you. but with the minute, the hour, the time we have to leave each other for each other's good. it's okay, there will be much better to come in my next life. i once heard someone say, If you don't change you do not grow, but i waved the thought away, for who were they to think they know, i'd always stayed the same, a heart that thrived within the cold, and i had no desire to change, at least that's what i had been told, but deep within my mind, a thought grew slowly, bit by bit, until i felt trapped in my skin, for it no longer seemed to fit, there's a whole world sitting out there, changing every single day, that proves it's nothing to be scared of, if you do it the right way, for a day afraid to turn to night, will miss the silver moon, and a flower that refuses change, will never get to bloom, i had thought i was a thorn bush, only good for snagging clothes, but if you do not dare to change, you'll never find out you're a rose. knock on my heart if you knock on my heart once you'll hear the hollow cries and the echoes of the whispers of a girl who used to fly if you knock on my heart twice you just might hear the story of a girl who loved the ones who stripped her of her glory If you knock on my heart thrice you'll find my crumpled soul but do not be too upset If you cannot make it whole for there are so many people who've torn me inside out and the ones who try to heal me have there eyes etched with doubt i'm like a broken doll my only sounds are tinned and the badges of my solitude over my chest they are pinned i know that i'm almost gone that my heart is like a grain vut there's something you can do that'll make music once again Knock on it once then twice then knock on it ten times more you'll hear the tune of a song of a girl who loves to soar. i'd write love letters to the earth, whisper them to the wind, fold them into paper boats, and find a stream to sail them in, i'd write of beautiful sunrises, of the oranges and pinks, while i sit beside the seashore, where the waves can smudge my ink, i'd write these words on paper, but for paper i need trees, like many things mankind has made, but doesn't really need, and so our letters to the earth, leave less love than they do scars, When we write them in our blinding light, that blocks out all the stars, so when writing letters to the earth, it's time that we rethink, since we don't need a piece of paper, if the life we live's the ink.
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how many years must we put between us to prove we are no longer in love? how many summers and decembers, distractions and chance meetings, remnants of our sad, hopeful love in another's look, an all too familiar gesture-how long do we go on dragging our aching bodies day after day through this yawning, yearning world, searching for a glimpse of what could have been? tell me there has been someone else like me, for you. that your experience of love has not been defined by the way i spoke your name into the hollow of your neck. ask me if I have found the same kind of reverence anywhere else but in your slow, patient hands, your sea-salt lips spilling laughter mid-sentence, my heart rising in a crescendo like a wave ready to crash. as you whispered to me, love is the only thing that time cannot touch. after all this time, my love for you burns constant and true, my guiding light, my morning star. time is testament to the relentless, unyielding power of this old, ancient love. a love i will carry from eons to oceans to inches, back to you.
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how many years must we put between us to prove we are no longer in love? how many summers and decembers, distractions and chance meetings, remnants of our sad, hopeful love in another's look, an all too familiar gesture-how long do we go on dragging our aching bodies day after day through this yawning, yearning world, searching for a glimpse of what could have been? tell me there has been someone else like me, for you. that your experience of love has not been defined by the way i spoke your name into the hollow of your neck. ask me if I have found the same kind of reverence anywhere else but in your slow, patient hands, your sea-salt lips spilling laughter mid-sentence, my heart rising in a crescendo like a wave ready to crash. as you whispered to me, love is the only thing that time cannot touch. after all this time, my love for you burns constant and true, my guiding light, my morning star. time is testament to the relentless, unyielding power of this old, ancient love. a love i will carry from eons to oceans to inches, back to you.
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sometimes humans must have a point where they must be really strong to survive. the universe is that bad, but what else? the world must be spinning like a wheel, sometimes above and sometimes below. we are only people who are given two choices, namely to try or give up with circumstances. all humans will occupy these two positions, a dilemma. we are just wounded human beings, accustomed to pretending to laugh. the lyrics can really represent all human feelings are at their lowest place. life requires the help of others in order to be excited and rise again, such as close friends, and others. collapse, a word that can explain the meaning of man. it is easy enough to be pleasant, when life flows by like a song, but the man worth while is one who will smile, when everything goes dead wrong. for the test of the heart is trouble, and it always comes with the years, and the smile that is worth the praises of earth Is the smile that shines through tears. it is easy enough to be prudent, when nothing tempts you to stray, when without or within no voice of sin Is luring your soul away; but it's only a negative virtue until it is tried by fire, and the life that is worth the honor of earth is the one that resists desire. by the cynic, the sad, the fallen, who had no strength for the strife, the world's highway is cumbered to-day; they make up the sum of life. but the virtue that conquers passion, and the sorrow that hides in a smile, it is these that are worth the homage on earth for we find them but once in a while.
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˓𓄹 ࣪˖ ˖ ࣪ ִֶָ ⸰ 𖥔 ࣳ ⸰ֺ⭑
ִ ໋. ˑ ִ ִֶָ . ָ࣪ ˑ ֗ ִ ˑ ִ ֗
𝗠𝗜𝗗𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗟𝗔𝗗𝗬 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛
How long have you been drawing me? ”He sighted. A moment later his hand came to rest in her hair. His fingers twined in the strands. “My whole life.
𓄼 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ ⋆ ࣪. ˖ ࣪⭑ ˖ ࣪ ٬ ุ๋ ⸱
ִ ໋. ˑ ִ ִֶָ . ָ࣪ ˑ ֗ ִ ˑ ִ ֗
ㅤ ──┄──┄ ⋆ ּ ۫ ִ 𓆩♡𓆪 ִ ۫ ּ ⋆ ┄──┄─
ㅤㅤ Even as a child, she had preferred night to day, had enjoyed sitting out in the yard after sunset, under the star-speckled sky listening to frogs and crickets. Darkness soothed. It softened the sharp edges of the world, toned down the too-harsh colors. With the coming of twilight, the sky seemed to recede; the universe expanded. The night was bigger than the day, and in its realm, life seemed to have more possibilities
ㅤㅤ Maybe life is all about twirling under one of those midnight skies,
cutting a swathe through the breeze
and gently closing your eyes.
ㅤㅤ It’s a midnight lie... a kind of lie told for someone else’s sake, a lie that sits between goodness and wrong, just as midnight is the moment between night and morning.
ㅤㅤ I felt like I was riding into infinity, and soon I forgot I existed as the sky surrounded us in a blanket of stars, constellations the texture of slushies, swirling blue and violet and gold. I was swallowed b the universe, riding on a white horse in a midnight dream...
ㅤ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨°୧ - - - - - ୨°୧‿︵‿︵‿︵
ִ ໋. ˑ ִ ִֶָ . ָ࣪ ˑ ֗ ִ ˑ ִ ֗
𝗠𝗜𝗗𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗟𝗔𝗗𝗬 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛
How long have you been drawing me? ”He sighted. A moment later his hand came to rest in her hair. His fingers twined in the strands. “My whole life.
𓄼 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ ⋆ ࣪. ˖ ࣪⭑ ˖ ࣪ ٬ ุ๋ ⸱
ִ ໋. ˑ ִ ִֶָ . ָ࣪ ˑ ֗ ִ ˑ ִ ֗
ㅤ ──┄──┄ ⋆ ּ ۫ ִ 𓆩♡𓆪 ִ ۫ ּ ⋆ ┄──┄─
ㅤㅤ Even as a child, she had preferred night to day, had enjoyed sitting out in the yard after sunset, under the star-speckled sky listening to frogs and crickets. Darkness soothed. It softened the sharp edges of the world, toned down the too-harsh colors. With the coming of twilight, the sky seemed to recede; the universe expanded. The night was bigger than the day, and in its realm, life seemed to have more possibilities
ㅤㅤ Maybe life is all about twirling under one of those midnight skies,
cutting a swathe through the breeze
and gently closing your eyes.
ㅤㅤ It’s a midnight lie... a kind of lie told for someone else’s sake, a lie that sits between goodness and wrong, just as midnight is the moment between night and morning.
ㅤㅤ I felt like I was riding into infinity, and soon I forgot I existed as the sky surrounded us in a blanket of stars, constellations the texture of slushies, swirling blue and violet and gold. I was swallowed b the universe, riding on a white horse in a midnight dream...
ㅤ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨°୧ - - - - - ୨°୧‿︵‿︵‿︵
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⊹ · ✧ * *
ㅤ ㅤ𝗙𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗜𝗡 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗗 𝗢𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨
أنا حقا أحبك يا عزيزي ، أنت نوعي ، أنت عالمي ، أنت حبي ، أنت تحبني ، حتى أنت صديقي
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ㅤㅤ If you love someone, let it go, because if he returns, he will be yours. But if he does not come back, he never be yours.Life without love is like a tree without flowers and fruits.The way [toward] true love will never smooth.
ㅤㅤ Love is not what the mind thinks but what the heart feels.Where there is love, there is no life..No one happiness in life, except to love and be loved.Do I love you because you are beautiful, dreams and in love, there is no such thing as impossibility.Love is not what you say. Love is what you do.
ㅤㅤ Better mistaken loved than never at all felt love.Love is absolute loyalty. People fade, looks fade, but loyalty never fades. You can depend on certain people.You start to love not because finding a perfect person, but by seeing the perfectly imperfect.When you’re in love, you can not fall asleep because reality is finally (obviously) than the dream.
ㅤㅤ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨°୧ - - - - - ୨°୧‿︵‿︵‿︵
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⊹ · ✧ * *
ㅤ ㅤ𝗙𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗜𝗡 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗗 𝗢𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨
أنا حقا أحبك يا عزيزي ، أنت نوعي ، أنت عالمي ، أنت حبي ، أنت تحبني ، حتى أنت صديقي
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ㅤㅤ ୨ · · · · ──────────── · · · · ୧
ㅤㅤ If you love someone, let it go, because if he returns, he will be yours. But if he does not come back, he never be yours.Life without love is like a tree without flowers and fruits.The way [toward] true love will never smooth.
ㅤㅤ Love is not what the mind thinks but what the heart feels.Where there is love, there is no life..No one happiness in life, except to love and be loved.Do I love you because you are beautiful, dreams and in love, there is no such thing as impossibility.Love is not what you say. Love is what you do.
ㅤㅤ Better mistaken loved than never at all felt love.Love is absolute loyalty. People fade, looks fade, but loyalty never fades. You can depend on certain people.You start to love not because finding a perfect person, but by seeing the perfectly imperfect.When you’re in love, you can not fall asleep because reality is finally (obviously) than the dream.
ㅤㅤ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨°୧ - - - - - ୨°୧‿︵‿︵‿︵