My books have taught me about a thousand things,
yet they failed to teach me about perspectives.

My books have enlightened me on society's perspective,
but they neglected to educate me on the victim's viewpoint.

My books have guided me in problem-solving,
yet they fell short in encouraging out-of-the-box thinking.

My books have instructed me on how to read,
yet they overlooked teaching me how to read people.

My books have explored emotions with me,
but they didn't offer guidance on controlling them.

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Words are just poetry,
They speak in unison.
They convey emotions,
They evoke feelings.

Words are just cues,
They shape perceptions,
They make you laugh,
They make you sad,
Sometimes, they cause misunderstandings.

Words are just miracles,
They convey
how we express,
How we vibe,
How we love.

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In the stillness of night,
the universe holds its breath.

As the lightning angel emerges,
casting her ethereal spell.

A radiant star, weaving through the universe,
Every moment adorned, in her gentle dance.

Each breath lighter,
as her aura surrounds ,
Life awakens, in her presence .

Underneath her gaze, the world feels alive,
In the embrace of her light, we truly thrive.

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Freed from the shackles, the soul takes flight,
Dancing in the ecstasy of life's pure light.
Adolescence fades, a new journey begins,
Values, ideas, communication spins.

Into a form, they shape and mold,
Everything leaps, a story unfolds.
The doppelganger,Vanished
banished the territory of pain.

In this realm, pain holds no sway,
As life's vibrant colors come out to play.
A poem of transformation, a tale of grace,
Embracing the journey, in this newfound space.

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"The victim"

Oh! I'm sorry, I confess, I'm the offender,
But can I fathom the plight of the victim's splendor?
Yes, I'm right, I'm the one at fault,
Yet in society's eyes, my actions exalt.

I weave my words with cunning intelligence,
Shifting blame with eloquence, a subtle pretense.
Poor soul, unaware of my verbal dance,
I paint them as inept, devoid of chance.

Oh, how grand I must seem, with aura bright,
Casting shadows on others, veiled in light.
Their faults mere reflections of my own neglect,
In the eyes of society, my ego erect.

But beneath the facade, a truth untold,
Lies the fragility of a heart grown cold.
For in the game of judgment, we all play a part,
In the theater of society, where empathy departs.

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" The victim"

"Oh! I'm sorry. I'm the society. How can I be in the shoes of the victim? Oh, I'm correct. I'm the society. What wrong did I do? I'm the society. Whatever I do is correct. I didn't do anything wrong to him. He is the culprit. He is bad.

Oh! I'm intelligent. I can showcase my mistake in such a way that the other is wrong. I'm good with words, naa. Poor fella, he doesn't know how to talk.

Oh, I must be great. I can showcase my positive aura and make the other person bad. Oh, my negligence is the other person's mistake. Who am I? I'm the society."

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"Can't take my eyes off you!
What was the spell that you enchanted?
My eyes revere, beats your serene beauty.
How can I trap this moment?"

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In my heart, joy soars high,
Life, you make me happier, oh why?
With every breath, a skyward climb,
In happiness, our souls entwine.

Life's touch, a gentle caress,
Fills our days with boundless zest.
In the dance of time, we find our part,
In the symphony of joy, a beating heart.

So let happiness rise, unbound and free,
In the simple moments, let it be.
For in life's embrace, we find our worth,
In the joy that fills the earth.

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Life's bombardment, relentless and stark,
Integrity's torch, lighting the dark.
Respectfulness guides, like a gentle stream,
In a world where chaos reigns supreme.

Views clash and dance in the mind's vast sphere,
Echoes of voices, both far and near.
Amidst the storm, find your steady ground,
In the symphony of chaos, let your truth resound.

Hold fast to values, let them be your guide,
Through tumultuous waves, let them be your tide.
In the cacophony, find your melodic strain,
For amidst life's bombardment, your essence shall reign.

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Faith took a leap and inquired,
"Hey God, do you believe in me?"

Heart skipped a beat and questioned, "Hey buddy, do you feel loved?"

Brain raced and pondered, "What's up bro, what were you thinking?"

Life surged forward and asked, "What's up bro, what are you doing?"

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