Vacant skies remember the cries of yesterday..
Vivid shadows stretch longer than truth..
Vows once whispered dissolve into dust..
Vengeance hides beneath velvet smiles..
Visions flicker like dying lanterns in wind.
Vulnerable hearts bleed where eyes cannot see..
Voices echo inside corridors of regret..
Vast oceans swallow the names we never spoke..
Vanished dreams haunt the corners of sleep..
Valleys of grief grow wild with forgotten prayers.

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No one is obligated to understand your pain...people may care but they will never truly feel it the way you do...At the end of the day you face your battles alone.

Time is the only currency you can’t earn back...waste it on the wrong people.., the wrong pursuits or indecision and it’s gone forever.

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the people who don’t leave when you’re at your worst and the peace you build within yourself...
the moments that make us feel alive... not the ones that merely keep us existing...
the truths we dare to stand by.., even when they cost us everything else...
the scars that shaped us and the hands that held us through them...
staying real to yourself and refusing to settle for the noise everyone else calls living.
— Oshin Edward

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I leave pieces of myself
on paper squares.,
tiny confessions
the world may overlook.,
but my heart never does.

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silence forgets.. but
ink remembers..
I write because pain
asks for a language..
and my soul answers
in words.. I write because
these pages are the
only home that has
never abandoned me.

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the faces I trusted unveiled
their colors...What I thought
was home became a theatre
of masks... and I learned not
every bond is born of truth.

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is not emptiness... it is
the weight of unshed
storms., the echo of
words I could never say.,
the fragile space where
memories linger.,
aching to be heard.

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LUMIÉRE WRITINGS
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
SEPT 5 | 2025

To the teacher who believed in me when I doubted myself...
your faith became the soil where my courage grew...
You did not just teach me lessons.,
you taught me to stand., to question., to dream...
If I have bloomed at all.,
it is because you first saw a seed in me.

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Life is the greatest teacher...
its lessons hidden in plain sight., like a flower pressed between the pages of a book...
Every joy, Every sorrow, Every quiet moment of stillness teaches us something we didn’t know we
needed... We read, we stumble, we pause.. and slowly we learn not just to survive but to understand.. to feel.. to grow.

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