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[156] Unlearning From My Mistakes
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Begin. Aimlessness. It’s a feeling we all feel at some point in our life, for some it is most of the time. It can range from being aimless about our career choices, our spirituality, about what to eat when you’re sitting in a restaurant with the waiter holding the pen and also his attention towards…
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[46] Write Like You Talk Or Talk Like You Write?
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Write like you talk or Talk like you write? which is better? intuitive thoughts or a consciousness that exhausts the mind. Words are used to bleed the world with an implosion of confusion. Caused by a fusion of overthinking and not being able to think at all. Now if I just change the gears and…
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[44] Solace from the Soulless.
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What shackles us is not the judgement of others but the perceived thought that they will judge us. We humans, a tribal community, have lived life without instantaneous connectivity almost 99% of our time on earth (if we weren’t on other planets). The age we live in, the age of connectivity demands us of our interruption,…
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[43] Do I Still Have Time?
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She didn’t react to my behaviour. Nor did she express any contempt. But all I could hear in her footsteps and the saintly silence with which she worked, all I could hear was reaction and contempt. I am a child of my mother. My age is 22, and I have no job. Not because I…
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[39] #NaPoWriMo [10/30] {You Are Made of Smoke}
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…in between her gaze and her stare I fell in love Just inside her lovely mind I fell in love A galaxy in her mind that expands, though To my every mistake she fumes, though Her frightened face became her freckled face Her freckled face became her frightened face To distinguish between her gaze and…