Into Smithereens: Informal. Fragments or splintered pieces
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We write poems for the ones we lost.
Poetry is the water to our growing souls.
••After overcoming a difficult fight,
And a lot of cryi...
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We always look for a way to communicate as it's fun, and turns out great. We search for ways as we can't wait, you search for a friend or even a mate.
Online Communication can be your grave. It makes you anxious, and poorly behave. You wait for a notification or even a wave' opening a message or clicking save.
We turn out to be shy and we poorly think, so what's in our head in every single blink? You choose whether you want your life black or pink.
You won't have a good life or a single skill, but you're not doing anything against your will you'll keep in your place, steady and still with a life so basic, without any thrill.
What about talking while seeing a face? While you talk happily, you have a chance to embrace to enjoy your time in a state of grace.
Happiness exists; in a smile it can be found in a look or in your laugh's sound. Why don't you stop texting, and look the other way round? It's obvious, just like the ground!
A happy memory is easy to remember and find, just look it up in your mind! A friends' gathering is framed and signed if you can't feel this, you're just too blind!
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