Not all flowers make it to bouquets,
Some make it to the uncelebrated places of hearts.

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~Perks of being a Wallflower

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Whenever we connect to a creative fold,
We draw a story or an image in purple and gold,
Like the cycle we pedal,
And train ourselves to a new level,
This how the life works,
I mean this is how we get all the life perks!!!

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We are,
who we
are for
a lot of
reasons.
And
maybe
we don't
know
most of
them.

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which knocks on
our door by itself
because we are
afraid of
unanswered doorbells,
in case of
self-taken efforts.

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We Accept the love,
We think we
Deserve.

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Do we really accept the love we think we deserve
Or do we expect the kind we received?

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When someone decides something
with their own life but
you eventually are the one
who suffer for it.

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I have dirty feet
and rich eyes.

I walk bare foot,
jumping into puddles,
in swampy terrains,
by the beaches,
on rainy evenings,
over wet fields.

I get my feet dirty,
my spirits cleansed.

I have dirty feet.
I have rich eyes.

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The mountains are calling,
and I have to go.
I fancy not the peaks
where I'm on top of the world.

Valleys are my allies.
And they're what I fancy.
The peaks offer a great view.
But the valleys show perspective.

What if I scale heights
when I can't survive the depths?
If the peaks are poems,
valleys make their verses.

The mountains are calling
and I have to go.
I enjoy falling
and to let go!

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