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 2d C
Dharatal
Once I asked myself ,
Why did I loved others so much that after using me they left me ?
Why don't I loved myself that much?

Why did I cared so much about others that they forgot my value?
Why didn't I cared about myself ?

While thinking these all I cried a lot, because a question raised in my mind that what did I get after caring about others to much that I lost my everything?
Care about others ,but don't care to much that at a time they start treating you as a servant.
𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝
   𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧-𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐲
𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐲
𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐲
   𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜'𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫
𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲
   𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐛 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫
𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧, 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐧
   𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐮𝐧
𝐏𝐚𝐮𝐥 𝐌𝐜𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐠
   𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝
𝗚𝗼𝗱 𝗴𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝘅𝗶 𝗰𝗮𝗯𝘀 & 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗺𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗮
𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗔𝗱𝗮𝗺, 𝗘𝘃𝗲 & 𝗟𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗵. 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁
𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻.
Lilith is a figure in Jewish mythology, developed earliest in the Babylonian Talmud. From c. AD 700–1000 onwards Lilith appears as Adam's first wife, created at the same time and from the same clay as Adam—compare Genesis 1:27. Wikipedia
 Sep 10 C
John Destalo
you said

the stars are silent
tonight

each one knows
it might fall

but they come
out anyway

maybe they talk
to each other

in their language
or maybe they don’t

you said I was
silent tonight

but I came out
anyway

and then you
held my hand
 Sep 10 C
Meca
Matter
 Sep 10 C
Meca
With all that matters,
.
from every beat of your heart,
.
with every love in your lungs,
.
and the light in your eyes,
.
Everything about you matters,
In a matter of space
.
you mean the whole galaxy to me
 Aug 28 C
JK Cabresos
Blind
 Aug 28 C
JK Cabresos
Love is not blind,
but he who did not see your worth.
Copyright © 2018
 Aug 28 C
Kate
Ripe
 Aug 28 C
Kate
Soft & heavy peach
falling with a muffled thud
that time arriving
 Aug 28 C
Peter Balkus
Flowers can speak
and beautiful is their language,
their voice.
You can hear them whispering
when silence falls.

But when they wither and die,
they scream
like mothers of children,
taken away from them
to be killed.
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