Million Dollar Thoughts ( Beautiful Thoughts and Poetry)
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Ongoing7m
Last published Mon, Oct 8, 2018
not being able to sleep?
have random thoughts in mind which want to be heard?
experiencing clouded feeling which are making you restless?
I have all the answers here....these are my thoughts about different topics we come across daily....this will give you relaxation after knowing the answer and resin behind most of your clouded thought in your amazing mind and motivate you to think about everything from ....a different angle.
life is beautiful, mysterious and lovely.....come and read through some random thoughts that come to my mind when I go through life ....come and see the deep meaning hidden within small actions....
motivation can come from anywhere.....these are some of my thoughts about different people who motivated me.... come and get motivated too.
come and peek through some dreams that I have...some instances which happened or I want to happen....come and taste a bit of success and get moved to work harder and successful.
come and experience the joy of freedom....the aim behind struggle and how sacrifices and courage is needed to gain your aim and objective.
these thoughts are not only thought or dreams....work hard on your thoughts....cause your mind has the power to change the world....these are not only thoughts....these are million dollar thoughts....
∆ you all can message or comment if you want me to write about a particular topic or if you want to know views about something....feel free to ask.
the cover is made by the lovely @benita
written by @sanshrita
these ideas and thoughts are all original and not copied....so pls use your own brains and don't copy my works or ideas... respect originality....be the one different from the same crowd.
if you find anyone coping my works inform me immediately.
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