I love Saturday, the day I adore,
No alarms to jolt me, no rush to explore,
I sleep in late, snuggled up tight,
And bask in the joy of a peaceful morning light.

I love Saturday, the day I unwind,
No deadlines to meet, no appointments to find,
I watch movies, read books, or simply relax,
And let the stresses of the week slowly fade to black.

I love Saturday, the day I connect,
With loved ones dear, and memories we inspect,
We share laughter, stories, and make new ones too,
And cherish the moments that make life anew.

I love Saturday, the day I reflect,
On the week gone by, and all that I've neglect,
But Saturday's a day to let go, to forgive,
And look forward to a brighter day to live.

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- "Demotivators:
my sources of motivation."

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Trust is the biggest betrayal.

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"Shifting Love: A Daughter's Journey"

In youth's sweet bloom, a daughter's love did shine,
With open heart, she'd scold with playful jest,
Yet in her eyes, affection's light would twine,
Her love for parents openly expressed.

But as the years passed by, her spirit soared,
With newfound freedom, rules she now dictates,
Her once cute scolding now a stubborn chord,
Her love, once open, now hesitates.

No longer does she openly display,
The tender love that once did brightly gleam,
For fear of judgment, now she turns away,
Her heart's true feelings lost within a dream.

Yet deep within, her love remains sincere,
Though veiled by pride, it still holds dear.

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In days of youth, with skies so blue
A carefree world, where dreams could brew
No riches graced my humble view
Yet joy in every step I knew

No feast adorned our simple board
No garments of the finest hoard
Yet laughter echoed, spirits soared
In moments shared, a priceless chord

Beneath the sun's warm, golden gaze
We danced in fields, lost in the maze
Imagination set ablaze
In childhood's haze, enchanted days

No palaces adorned my sight
Yet stars above lit up the night
In innocence, a pure delight
Each day a treasure, pure and bright

So, let me cherish, in my heart
Those days of youth, where dreams would start
For though no lavish, fancy chart
Could measure joy, a timeless art

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Treat someone in the way,
you want yourself to be treated.

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“It's painful when someone you know becomes someone you knew.” ...

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You have to learn yourself before you can teach anything to anyone.

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Not everyone,
but a sufferer can tell you the real pain of suffering.

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Happy,
but not contented.

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