While trying to find you,
I'm losing myself.— % &

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Her eyes unfolds a nostalgic dream,
A tale whispered by sun in summer,
And wailed by the clouds in the storm,
A memory in a bottle almost swallowed by the sea,
Navigating the world yet never to be opened,
Her smile emanates what future could be,
It takes a glimpse of where shadows and light meets,
It uncovers the possibility of impossible,
The interesting in what's not,
Her movement fictionalized the reality,
A world too fantastic and dreamy,
Where time doesn't seem to exist,
And amazing colors fades all over,
Her words strums the strings of one's heart,
A rhythm that calms a raging fire within,
Singing the song of anonymity,
Dancing to hopeful tomorrows gracefully.— % &

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The greatest profession
can never be acquired
in any Universities.

They have no dayoff.

No any kind of bonus,

No salary.



A Mother.

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You don't fall in love with the writer.

You fall in love with the words.

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it oftens brings to life those

dreams the day could never fill.

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You know you're on the hook:

1. When a message is no longer just a message.

2. When a smile is no longer just a smile.

3. And when excitement is no longer just an excitment.

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You are the center of my storm.

The rainbow on my rain.

The peace in my chaos.

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I don't miss you on Valentines anymore.

That's a good sign, I guess.

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It's that time of the year again wherein you'll have a good excuse to start a conversation with someone.

"Merry Christmas"

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Hard to fall.

But when do,

fall too hard.

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