the comfortness in life,
the silence speaks louder than words,





what everything once means to be,
not in possession, but in presence,
not in ease, but in understanding.

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The scars beautify the pain,
for pain teaches the
soul to endure and grow strong.
With every fall, life offers
a new chance to rise.
Though the wings may
grow heavy and the
feathers feel worn,
time brings change,
and in change,
the deepest lessons
are learned.

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life is really meaning to
not be a burden for others.
May our hearts speak in kindness,
our hands lift the weary,
and our silence echo
the grace of understanding.

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honesty guides it, true passion fuels it, and purpose gives it meaning.

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becomes the
spark that
brightens someone
else's darkest path.

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Just ask my number...
Not the winds for a whisper,
Nor your silence for courage.

Don’t send thoughts through the stars,
Or draft words you’ll never say.
Connection begins not in hesitation,
But in the courage to reach.

So if your heart remembers me,
Let your voice remember too.
Not through screens and second guesses,
But through something real,
And wonderfully human.

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Heart waits in silence
For warmth
To feel again.

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to expecting from others,






giving without expectation
a quiet offering that
asks for nothing,
yet means everything.

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The heart, so pure, believes with ease,
In whispered truths and gentle breeze.
It trusts the world with open eyes,
Beneath untainted, tender skies.

But soon it learns the world is wide,
With shadows where the bright hopes hide.
To face the truth is not so kind,
It bruises soft and open mind.

Yet from the ache, a strength is born,
A gentler light through trials worn.
Still, innocence does not depart,
It lingers deep within the heart.

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We move through life like shadows in the rain,
lost in the rush, haunted by quiet pain.
We search for answers in every passing crowd,
but the right train whispers soft, yet loud.

It arrives when the heart is bruised and raw,
when the soul is aching, longing for more.
But it waits for no one, and time slips away,
only those who feel it will dare to stay.

The right train comes, but it can depart,
its timing a reflection of our heart.
For in that moment, we must decide,
whether to chase it or let it glide.

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