Maybe life is not all about finding that one great love. Maybe it's about living in the moments while they last. Maybe it's about the summer days you spend trying to make art and end up making a pretty mess. Maybe it's about the monsoon days when you stretch your hands to feel the raindrops tickle your palms. It's about the teeth chattering winter sensation you get from eating your favorite ice cream. Maybe, just maybe, life is about all those moments before you fall in love with someone. Maybe life is when you fall in love with yourself.
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PoetryHello, I don't write to inform you or to show you my life story. I write to show that you can move on from the past and let go. The only way you can move on it is to forgive yourself and the people who have hurt your soul. I write for the damaged, t...
