Looking For Me
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13/11/17'@EYHO_AWARDS.
being loved wildly isn't as important as being loved deeply.
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Caterpillars aren't jealous of butterflies because they know one day they ll become one
When ever we think about a rose, the first thing striking our heads is about its beauty. Not about it having throns.
Sometimes we meet people who are like roses their beauty makes us forget they have throns. And it hurts later on.
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Be nice to everyone and extra-nice to those who aren't nice to you .
I m writing because like ever other i have a lot to say just not enough words, time or colours.
Everyone has something to say
Every body has its wild mind
Somewhere trying to come out
Waiting to find a safety warehouse, where it is accepted for its wildness
So it can grow wider in the most wildly way
Preparing to fight the wildest.
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