The Champion Sky

The Champion Sky

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one needs to forgive and learn faster to adapt how not to be much affected by others. This is the only possible way to grow and help others. In order to provide for others we need to be selfish sometimes.yes it is absolutely alright to say no without guilt. you need to spend time and money on yourself once in a while. two minutes every day do something enjoying the moment. something that makes you want to say I am alive. We all need a role model in our lives and if we make the wrong idols . our lives will be destroyed. let's see what to do and what not to do to get better than the best everyday. they say laughter is the best medicine and a day without laughter is A day wasted . it is really true. all we need is to mock ourselves and be superior than our past inferior self. instant gratification 🙅‍♀️no, instant improvement ✅yes. Animals and humans have a strong bond , a relationship of the high kind, a friendship that is not the cup of tea for everyone. if you see in the eyes of an animal and see yourself it is only then that you've been living otherwise you are just letting life as it goes on , just dead. A teenager needs a skill to flaunt and it has to be a skill in the real sense not making some kind of non sensical short video on a trending song. we definitely need to gain knowledge and spread awareness after we are self aware. this is only possible after we have achieved the better version of ourselves. information overload has to be stopped in all ways. money should be earned but in a right way so that you can peacefully sleep in the bed at night and same goes with spending money. earn rightly spend mindfully. illogical useless time and money spent leads to only and only regretting. self sabotage is getting a rise in youngsters day by the . I'd date to say that the environmental climate change is the cause of the very mood changes we have in our minds. we reflect our thoughts in the work we do and this is the earth's reflection of the way we've
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I was kicked around like trash on the streets. I was the book that nobody could understand or read, but without a care, they were quick to rip out the pages. I screamed for attention, but time after time, I was ignored. Nobody noticed me, so I made myself at home in my own shadow. They say there's light at the end of the tunnel -- I searched and searched for it, but it could never be found. Therefore, I lost hope as I hid in the shade and endured what seemed like everlasting pain. The little hope I did have was snatched from my arms. My baby brother was my life, and they took my glimpse of hope away. Home. Is that a word? Maybe for a family of some kind, but for me, I never had a place to call home. I moved from place to place. Unstable foster care, fighting for my life in group homes, barely surviving in detention centers, and running away from being mistreated as I made many benches my temporary home. The only thing that I was familiar with was a black plastic bag containing my dirty rags. I am too young to know what it feels like to survive. These are the cards life has dealt me and I am not meant to win; however, I easily lose without trying. It is hard for me to find peace. I am paying for my mother's reckless actions. I am trapped in a world where the sun has died because I am unable to feel love. I am unable to dream. Sorrow is my aura, and the sadness hugs me. My eyes are closed shut by the barbed wire fence from my eyelashes as they prohibit tears from falling. I am damaged. When will the morning come? Did the sun put up a fight last night, like I do every single day? If I can survive the day, I know the sun isn't dead. One day, I will awake to a glorious sunrise. Until then, I hope my brother keeps blowing his pinwheel, and I will keep making wishes with every dandelion I come across. For now, all I know is that everything was taken from me, and the only thing I own is my name.

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