positivelife

Life should always be lived positively.

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@positivelife · 2 years ago

In time, I find the strength in myself to dare to forget

There were cat scratches. On my arms, neck and face. On the one hand, it was a loving, and on the other hand, pitiful sight. Could a love be this destructive? Apparently animals liked it that way. Wh...

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@positivelife · 2 years ago

Even if I'm alone, I listen to the messengers of the light

Hello friends. I am moving towards the end of an ordinary day that is similar to each other again. I cover my face with both hands as the night makes itself felt. I make my way into my own twilight, i...

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@positivelife · 2 years ago

The war inside me doesn't stop, but I'm so sure that the roses are blooming

I button up my dreams, like a sneaky run. Conditions I offer. I water the presentation with poems of the soul. Even if it is painful, as long as I hide in the sky, I will always be separated from t...

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@positivelife · 2 years ago

I have a pond made of dripping water while the roof inside me flows

I write poetry to deal with all this confusion. Poetry is a good companion for a nomadic person like me and a nomad. Even if you go to the bottom of the seven floors of the earth or go up to the seven...

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@positivelife · 2 years ago

I was no longer a child, I was officially a young girl

Familiar cement, dear stranger. He says that the mourning is dead, after all, the storks who lactate, haven't they always been fond of worms? Of course, I had to grow up first to understand what this...

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@positivelife · 2 years ago

My pale branches from a creeping flower in a chain of pain

I wish my wounds were the product of dreams: my heart was the checkstone of the life I was halfway through. If it's the season, I'm a bird of torment, otherwise I'm longing for a longing that creeps...

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@positivelife · 2 years ago

At the bottom of the sky, I became a witness in the lane of loneliness

Writing is not what I am bound to without hesitation. I don't think of you at all when I write. Likewise, I am not your dependent. What I wrote. My dreams command me to walk on the hot sands of i...

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@positivelife · 2 years ago

I opened my heart and shared a thousand things in their innocent world

It's not an indication that I'm digesting, nor that I'm thinking of anything. Besides, I am not dealing with the relations that are lived in the middle of nowhere: My heart is strong. No echo of my...

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@positivelife · 2 years ago

There weren't many traces of my life, and I had reached the top

Why are pages written? The world is written because it is painful, and it is written because emotions are overflowing. It is a very difficult process to get rid of one's own misery. But once a pers...

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@positivelife · 2 years ago

I trusted and loved everyone but myself

What emotion is it that I am equivalent to? Or is it the caramel color and taste of love that I am a regular? The veiled face of love, on the other hand, I shook myself on the b/limp of love and sa...

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@positivelife · 2 years ago

I was happy and free as I lived and wrote

I have succumbed to my intuitions, my dear friend, and from now on, I present my wishes for the old car model inside me, only to the Creator. I took my size measurement and I got so tall. Then life...

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