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Birthday Gift

If the world’s a poem, unbound and free,You are its title, bold for all to see.And I, a phrase, a line within your verse,A humble part of this grand universe.Among the swirling stars, a cosmic dance,We gleam, twin lights, in fleeting, sweet expanse.Life’s mysteries unfold, a boundless sea,Beyond our grasp, yet meant for you and…
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The Fort

Beneath the desk, a secret place,A stolen glance, a smiling face.A note passed quickly, folded small,A whispered joke, that thrilled us all.A bond unspoken, a knowing grin,A shared adventure, from within.A warmth that lingered, light and free,A childhood friendship, just you and me.Remember building forts of chairs,And trading secrets, whispered prayers.We shared our dreams, our…
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Follow You Heart

They say, “Follow your heart,” a whispered, hopeful plea, But what if that compass shatters, where do you turn to see? A million fragments scattered, across a dusty floor, Which tiny shard to pick up, and call “heart” anymore? Is it the piece that loved so fiercely, now stained with bitter tears? Or the one…
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Lunar Light

Shed a few stars.People always focus on the moon.And even if it hide upon the dark clouds,It will always shine throughBecause the moonis YOU.But what of the starlight, scattered and bright?A million tiny fires, piercing the night.Each one a whisper, a flicker, a gleam,A universe of hope, a silent dream.They may not command the same…
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A Silent Shift

When I begin to turn away,A silent shift, a new display,They wonder why, a puzzled sight,A change unseen, a hidden plight.No longer bound by sorrow’s chain,I break the shackles, ease the pain.A newfound strength, a spirit free,No longer captive, wild and carefree.They question why, their curiosity,A mystery unsolved, a vacancy.But I have found a peace…
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The Power To Choose

“You have a choice.You always have choice.” Do you feel like you’re pouring your heart and soul into your relationship, but your partner is barely putting in an effort? You’re not alone. Many people find themselves in situations where they’re treated more like a convenience than a cherished partner. The Choice is Yours:This dynamic is…
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Fairy Tale

We grew up on fairytales.Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, the Little Mermaid—all shiny, all perfect, all promised us magic.We learned to wish hard.We learned to be “good enough.”We believed—somehow—that would be enough. Maybe your glass slipper was a job you swore was yours.Maybe your prince charming was someone who held your heart like it mattered.Maybe your dream…
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Beauty’s Deceit

I was flipping through one of those glossy magazines—the kind where everyone looks unreal, skin like glass, eyes like they hold the whole damn universe. There was this woman, airbrushed into perfection, glowing like she’d never known a bad day. Then I glanced down at my hands—dry, rough from scrubbing floors and fixing things—and it…
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Unstoppable

Don’t stop now.The next time someone tries to cut you down,don’t break—rise. Let them call you worthless.Let them laugh.Inside, you tell them,You haven’t seen anything yet. Their doubt?That’s fuel.Their hate?That’s kindling.Burn it.Build with it. Every step you take forward is proof.Every win is a slap to the voices that said you couldn’t. Climb louder.Fight harder.Shine…
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The Feather

Last night I sat by the sea and spilled my thoughts into the dark water. The tide kept pulling them away, but somehow they still stayed heavy in my chest. I kept thinking about how small I was—smaller than the noise of the world, smaller than the things other people had already built, already conquered.…
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Still Here

We’ve all been there—heart wide open,thinking love would stay. But they crush it.Lie.Walk away.Leave you replaying every word,wondering what you did wrong. And yet—you’re still here.Broken, yeah, but not gone. There’s a spark in youthat refuses to die.It grows quiet,then it grows loud,until you realize—the love you were chasinghas been inside you all along. And…
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Muted Love

Ah, that feeling! It’s like a little light turning on inside you when you see someone special. Suddenly, things feel a bit more exciting, and you start dreaming about getting to know them, sharing a laugh, maybe even more. But then, that annoying little voice pops up, doesn’t it? It starts telling you all the…
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A Puppets Dance

Click in my wrist, a twitch, a start,a plastic grin nailed through my heart.He pulls the string with a careful shove,my foot drags slow, not dance, not love. Clack in my knee, a graceless sway,my head turns off, but can’t look away.He feeds me words that taste like lies,and spins me hard beneath the skies.…
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Twighlight

The day is over, the light burns out,and silence settles, soft but loud.The stars show up, raw and bright,like little guides through the dark of night. Your arms—home, plain and simple—where the weight I carry finally crumbles.Your kiss, not perfect, not rehearsed,but real enough to quench the thirst. Can we just disappear somewhere,where no one’s…





