To the people who have been told that they are not going far, to every person who stopped following his/her dream just because of his/her background. Open your wings and flit them. Fly high. And no matter what people say to you, just keep going, and remember that nothing would change if you don't start the change.
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Flowers From The Old Tree
Poesie'I open my eyes more often to see beautiful things in ugly things because nowadays no one is appreciating the beauty in the ugliness.' This collection of poems is a pile of papers that were lost and mostly ripped off, i could really relate to the...
