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Some days just feel heavy with stories and thoughts, especially when you’re jobless, and just procrastinating. But then I start thinking about certain phrases, searching for inspiration. Today, the beer has me smiling and reflecting on the ups and downs. Sure, it can be frustrating, but it’s all part of the adventure—and who knows what’s
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Moments unfold, and in the future, we create space to paint them. Brushing over the skeletons and sketches of our past, we craft beautiful, dramatic stories. Dancing on the spectrum from subtle to bold or vivid, we leave it for the world to interpret. An inner urge pushes us to paint slowly, blending torn pieces
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I’m a woman. I’ve walked through the world in fear. Moments have left their mark on me. I never chose to be strong, I had to be. And somehow, I moved on. You know, it’s always taken fewer days to move on from a random touch than it has to process how people in my
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Once upon a time, she embarked on a family trip to a new city, fully recovered from her travel anxiety. Everything seemed cheery until a booking mishap led to an unexpected extra-day stay. Undeterred, she bravely organized a hotel, arranged a car, and even planned a visit to a local fair—alone. However, as they set
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Dear Diary, I’ve been dreaming a lot lately, forgetting most of them—waking up in the middle of the night just to tell my partner, sometimes about daily chores, other times even about peeing (oops), and of course, the occasional nightmare. My most recent dream was the scariest. I got my dream job and was so
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we talked we shared we dined we laughed we lived and we talked we shared we dined we laughed we lived then, I talked I shared I dined you laughed you lived after, I expected I hoped I loved I cared I cried for days, I hoped I loved I cared I cried and cried
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“Is the world feeding us with lies because we have no appetite for the truth?” We often empathise with people when their stories are wrapped in musically knitted words. As a storyteller with flaws and listeners, I have only shared what you can absorb. In life’s mud, problems threw me astray. Struggling to heal, I
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We often see posts about moving on, painting with tears, growing through unrequited love, and embracing scars and differences. But what about being madly in love, and talking about the good parts of it—the joy, the quiet safety, the reasons why we choose to stay, why we keep going? Maybe it’s about a dream of
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Sometimes, it takes time to find our footing on Earth. I wonder if our souls race like our hearts, rushing through life’s motions the moment they enter our bodies. How long did they wait—training, manifesting, maneuvering—before finally settling in? Then, bam! Your birthday. Congratulations. Some of us arrive together, yet most are chasing a degree,
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Sometimes, the pieces you write feel out of reach. You can’t relate to them anymore, and you find yourself asking, ‘Where did this come from?’ ‘What was I feeling?’ Does this ever happen to you? It’s like visiting a familiar parallel universe, where everything seems real, yet it’s not the world you live in every
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