Whispers in the rain lingered by the wind and each drop held unspoken words. The world around us is drenched, yet in the quiet between the storm, it's our whispers that fill the space-soft, fleeting, but unforgettable. The rain may wash everything a...
I'm a hazard to myself, -highly self-absorbed, yet empty of resolution.
Rain pours harder anywhere I go, I truly am what they say, Unloved, Devotionless, Directionless.
Rain, be a sweet honey, drown this life away. Now they will know of such misery I'm-
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Dude! C'mon! Even in the afterlife? Them all bastards must've had a tight chokehold on you!
Listen, Im'ma wash you clean, Give you a brand new perspective,
"Be brave, No one can ever hurt you, not if you allow them to. Focus, It's not their thoughts you can control, but your own reaction.
Now go, Live."
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Disclaimer:
I just want to say that I'm actually amazed on the Stoicism Philosophy, and I feel like sharing few of its teachings to everyone here through my piece.
