A Glimpse Of My Mind
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Last published Thu, Mar 29, 2018
Compilation of my poems, random thoughts, rants and opinion that don't matter.
"Life is like a blank piece of paper. It is up to you on how you make it colorful."
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A Collection of Poems
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Waving Through A Window
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We sometimes spend the biggest part of our lives regretting, complaining, crying, beating ourselves down and wishing that our lives were different, or we were some else or living lives the lives that others are living because of the pain, undesired events ,sorrows, disappointments and sometimes the most shakingly wrong way things turn out . But just WHAT IF , just WHAT IF all those painful events , the ones we don't desire are just the process, to prepare us to what we actually deserve, to our right places where life will be the sweetest so all we have to do is just trust the process.
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