it helps me to express my emotions and delves me into the literary world.

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You're a moon flower, beautiful & bright.
I want you every hour not only in night.

Just as the moon lights up the night,
You light up my darkest plight.

I don't want to count the stars up high,
Lest I lose you while my gaze drifts by.

Twinkling stars which are bright and far,
Can never distract me from you so rare.

I want to chat with you all night,
Because in the day, I'll miss your light.

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In the flames of love, money's just a test,
If your love is true, it will truly find its best.

No lie can be a love extinguisher,
If you're a truth-seeker.

Respect makes the flame burn higher,
No air of doubt can make it burn lower or tire.

Excess wealth can lead to strife,
Excess love will teach you how to survive.

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The birds returned to their nests as soon as the sun set,
The moon rose high, the sun's rest to be met.
Darkness crept in, twilight's gentle hue,
In my childhood, fears of darkness shone through.

I feared the 3 ft. store-room's eerie space,
With its broken wooden door, a frightful place.
Between the stairs, where whispers found their way,
I'd peep through holes, but darkness veiled the day.

But one day, courage dawned, and I took a stand,
Torch in hand, I faced the unknown land.
The creaky door swung open and I found the source,
Rats scurrying and my fears dispersed of course.

It became a memory, "Whispers of Dusk" I'd say,
A childhood tale, in a gentle way.
The memory stays, vivid in my mind,
Making me laugh, leaving fears behind.

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than those well-wishers
whose faces are hidden
behind masks.

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The rainbow in my reflection gives me motivation.
My mind's a canvas, filled with emotions and introspection.
Sometimes my canvas looks colorful, while sometimes dull,
I'm an imperfectionist, with a heart that's full.

Whenever despair engulfs the rainbow, I ponder and sigh,
Will it appear again, or bid me goodbye?
At bad days, the rainbow hides behind my tears,
At good days, it whispers, "Smile, like the sun appears."

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they're superior to others,
which leads them to do
wrong things because they
forget that God watches
over everyone.

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I'm a weaver of words, stitching pages of my story,
Because it's the only way to express the emotions I carry.

Sometimes my words fly like an eagle, soaring high,
Free and untethered, touching the open sky.

Sometimes words flow like rain, gentle or wild,
Reflecting the depths of my pain, my heart's child.

Sometimes my memories compel me to write down,
And in doing so, my mental health calms down.

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within you. Avoid
negativity by distancing
yourself from toxic
people.

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