Are we really bound to one perfect cycle...
a completion of life, death, and all that lies between?
I see the norms, the chains,
pulling us back into a preconceived sphere.

Yet I also see the wonders:
the creations, the nature, the planet,
infinite unique beings, each carrying a story.
And in the moment I felt whole,
The universe unfolded into infinite possibilities.

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I dream in colors they don't understand,
and paint the world in beautiful pastels,
I see their bold and dense colors,
and wonder if I can even fit in,
I smile, nod, and keep my silence,
and walk confused in the right path,
I understand the pain and the intentions behind,
but they speak in maps and well-worn paths,
while I always long for the sky!

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The night hums with a heartbeat I can’t quiet.
and a strange tug hits my core...
It pulls like a tide that knows my name,
Yet, feels so unfamiliar right now,
as if the tears belong to someone else’s eyes,
and the pain that was never mine
still finds a home beneath my skin.
A dream unfulfilled for the better good,
wrapped in the quiet ache of choices never spoken.
But I chose to break the shackles,
let the cry spill out like light through shattered glass,
and soak through my vessel like a deal made by me...
a covenant with the part of me that refuses to stay silent,
letting me breathe fresh air without reminiscing,
reminding the scent of you that once comforted me!  

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All my life, I have heard,
heard stories of trying to fit in.
I moulded myself accordingly,
yet something kept pestering me inside...
Why can’t I live my way?
Would I not be perfect?
Will I not be liked?
And an echo answered,
Love lives in little things,
in tiny cracks,
and in a lot of imperfections.

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Sometimes, the map can stay folded,
And the path can remain undiscovered,
A roadblock isn't a sign,
and a dead end isn't always the end,
The crossroads could be confusing,
The intersections might not make sense,
And it is ok, not knowing a thing,
Because sometimes,
All you have to do is breathe,
And that is enough!

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When help was in your hands to give, you turned your face away...
When they came forward with guilt, you pushed them away with even more...
Compassion isn’t currency,it’s the courage to stand and stay...
Entitlement isn't identity, it's the lack of who you are and what you say...

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Winners don't quit and quitters don't win,
But the road between both is where dreams begin.
Life puts you on a bridge and you have to decide
Between the fear of the fall and the will to survive.

There's no right or wrong, yet move with conviction,
For every step you take becomes your definition.

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Abundant are those called the nature they said,
And I see a world full of life,
The vast ocean,
Moon lit stars,
The dense forests,
The endless land,
They are full as a collective,
Yet, each is unique of its own,
If trees, birds and feathers are abundant...
So are us,
So are you!

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Just like a tiny speck of dust,
A quiet ripple in the lake,
A drop in the drizzling rain,
A ray of sunshine,
A twinkle in the stars,
You are enough...
Enough just as you are,
Just as you breathe,
Just as you survive!

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I was not made for war, but I loved like I was burning.
I was not made for the chase, but I ran till my lungs gave out.
I was not made to beg, but I knelt before love like it was holy.
I was not made to walk away, but I did it when life became too dense.
I was not made to forget, but I forgave what never said sorry.
I was not made to be greedy, but I had to for my own survival.
I was not made to harden, but this world asked me to wear armor.
I was not made to walk here, but I had to wake those who were dead.
I was not made to shatter, but I became light through every crack.
I was not made to remember, but I always knew , a Venusian at heart.

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