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Wasteland

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Leituras 2
Votos 1
Capítulos 1
Tempo <5 mins

Sometimes, seclusion replenishes your energy
and relatively summarise your broken thoughts, your unspoken words, your squandered decisions, your regrets and your exigencies.

Apart from that, it takes your soul out from the dilemmas and webbed paradoxes 

Solitude purifies your soul and nurtures your inner monolouge by opening the closed doors of your mind leading your life to a juncture when your entity needs no one to hold you up, to sedate thy selves.

Being secluded ,you 
start to love your self, try to appreciate your existence without any flaw,start to embrace your sadness without being weak, try to recover from your flaws without leaning on someone's shoulder.

Hence, Solitude releases all the pains!

(NOTE: these are my 2am thoughts// Kwrites © )Todos os Direitos Reservados

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qua, jun 14, 2017

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