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 Jun 30 Phillips
rishita
arc.21
 Jun 30 Phillips
rishita
And it's always okay to let go of things, people and feelings , if they try to overpower you .

Eventually in the end ,the end will always be peaceful and like the way you always wanted.
The peace is within but without having anything.
I get sleep,
A real one.
But I’m scared to accept it,
Cause I don’t know if I can.
If I deserve it,
While all I do is,
Dilly dallying,
While nothing’s happening.
When I have everything to be happening.
I plan to sleep early today
Not sure if I'll be okay.
Haunted by the things I ought to do,
Eyes need rest with the things I do.
But I have miles to go before I sleep,
Lots of commitments that I have to keep.
To myself and my future self,
So we both can be at the same pace.
 Apr 30 Phillips
rishita
arc.17
 Apr 30 Phillips
rishita
My whole world revolves around non-genuine but realistic things.
Does this even make any sense??
(Think about it and it will start making sense)
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Non genuine but realistic 🌝
 Mar 26 Phillips
Alex Teng
Love
 Mar 26 Phillips
Alex Teng
We fell in love by chance,
We stay in love by choice.
 Mar 26 Phillips
aviisevil


between sunrise
and sunsets

confined bone
and flesh

nests an ocean
that cannot sleep

each drop a
breath escaped

where it pours
in the sorrow

of everything
in mourning

for eyes that
do not speak



Whenever I think and have it strongly willed
I fly to the place where stands the play field
to run in the sun and burn in the heat
be again amongst faces that haven't changed a bit.

Catch they cry out the ball in the sky
coming down fast tho soared up high
staking my heart I roll on the green
both hands grabbing to smother the spin.

Who'll be in which team they call out loud
to be in the game is enough to make proud
blazes like lightning the foot with the ball
attack and defend, rise if you fall.

The bruised little frames are smeared with dust
have given their all though win isn't a must
so in this field they'll again come to play
the children of past and then another day.
For us they continue, times and spaces we have lived.
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