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πšƒπšŽπš•πš• πš–πšŽ, 𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšŽπšŸπšŽπš— πšπš›πš’?
π™½πš˜πš 𝚝𝚘 πš‹πšŽ πšπš‘πšŠπš πš™πšŽπš›πšœπš˜πš— 𝚒𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 πš‘πš’πšπšŽ?
πšƒπš‘πšŠπš πšŠπš•πš•-πš—πšŽπšŽπšπš’, πšœπšŽπš•πš-πš•πš˜πšŠπšπš‘πš’πš—πš 𝚐𝚞𝚒?

π™Όπš˜πšπš’πšŸπšŠπšπš’πš˜πš—πšŠπš• πš‹πš˜πš˜πš”πšœ, πšŽπš‘πš™πšŽπš›πš πšŠπšπšŸπš’πšŒπšŽ?
πšƒπš‘πš’πš—πš” πšπš‘πšŠπš'πš•πš• πšœπšŠπš•πšŸπšŠπšπšŽ 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšπš›πš˜πš– πš’πš˜πšžπš› πšπšŽπš–πš’πšœπšŽ?
π™ΏπšŽπš›πš‘πšŠπš™πšœ 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš πš’πšœπšŽ?

πšƒπšŽπš•πš• πš–πšŽ πšπš‘πš’πšœ, πšŠπš•πš•-πš πš’πšœπšŽ, πš πš’πšπšŽ-πš–πš˜πšžπšπš‘ 𝚐𝚞𝚒,
π™³πš˜ 𝚒𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 πš–πš˜πš›πšŽ 𝚝𝚘 πš•πš’πšπšŽ?

𝚈𝚘𝚞 πšŒπšŠπš— πš πš‘πš’πš—πšŽ πšŠπš•πš• 𝚍𝚊𝚒,
πš‚πšπšŠπš’ πšžπš™ πšŠπš•πš• πš—πš’πšπš‘πš,
π™°πš πšπš‘πšŽ 𝚘𝚏 πšπš‘πšŽ 𝚍𝚊𝚒,
𝚈𝚘𝚞'πš•πš• πšπš’πš—πš πš—πš˜ πš•πš’πšπš‘πš.

π™»πšŽπšŠπš›πš— πšπš‘πš’πšœ, πšœπšŽπš•πš-πšŽπš—πšπš’πšπš•πšŽπš πš–πš’πš—πš’ πš–πšŽ,
πšƒπš‘πšŽ πš πš˜πš›πš•πš πš’πšœ 𝚊 πš πš˜πš›πš 𝚝𝚘𝚘 πš‹πš’πš,
πšƒπš˜ πšπš’πš πš’πš— πš’πš˜πšžπš› πšπš’πšŒπšπš’πš˜πš—πšŠπš›πš’.
I don't hate motivational material though they shouldn't be your driving force.Challenges us not only to talk but walk the talk. And that we may have all wisdom but until you make a choice to act on it, it changes nada.
Β© snoW
Fear of not amounting to anything.
      Imperfect.
We all feel it...some more than others, but it's there. Chin up. Shoulders high. Smile.
π™²πš›πš’, πšπš‘πšŽπš— πšœπš–πš’πš•πšŽ,
π™Όπš˜πšžπš›πš— πšŠπš—πš πš‘πšŽπšŠπš•,
π™»πš˜πšŸπšŽ πšŠπš—πš 𝚐𝚎𝚝 πš‘πšŽπšŠπš›πšπš‹πš›πšŽπšŠπš”πšœ,
π™²πšŽπš•πšŽπš‹πš›πšŠπšπšŽ, πšŽπš—πš“πš˜πš’ πšπš‘πšŽ πš–πš˜πš–πšŽπš—πš.
π™·πšŠπšŸπšŽ πšπšžπš—,
πš‹πšŽ πš’πš˜πšžπš› πš‹πšŽπšœπš.

π™΄πš—πšŒπš˜πšžπš›πšŠπšπšŽ πšŠπš—πš πš–πš˜πšπš’πšŸπšŠπšπšŽ,
π™°πš•πš πšŠπš’πšœ πš™πš›πšŠπš’ πšŠπš—πš πš‘πšŠπšŸπšŽ πšπšŠπš’πšπš‘,
π™ΆπšžπšŠπš›πš πšžπš™, πš—πšŽπšŸπšŽπš› πšπš›πšŽπš,
π™±πš’πš πš‘πšŽπšŠπš›πš, πš—πš˜ πš›πšŽπšŸπšŽπš—πšπšŽ.
π™·πšŠπš—πš πšžπš™
πš’πš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš›πšŽπš•πšŠπšπšŽ.
That's how we operate.
Just some shades
of life

Β© snoW
πšπš‘πšŠπš πš•πšŽπšπšπš’πš—πš πš™πšŽπš˜πš™πš•πšŽ πšπš’πšœπš›πšŽπšœπš™πšŽπšŒπš 𝚒𝚘𝚞
πš’πšœ πš–πšŠπšπšžπš›πš’πšπš’
πŸ˜‘
.
Yeah, don't be a people pleaser!
The  sea of silence lies between us,
but In silence nature's grandest work is done
and the Life's brightest stars rise from a troubled darkness.
So remember, even if you are not ready
for light it cannot always be darkness.
Kingston Apr 4
Eat,
Sleep,
Gym,
sleep again,
and it starts all over again,
Putting the effort into my everyday routine,
but for what exactly?
For myself,
For others,
no.
For me,
always for me,
How I look depends on me,
No one else.
Just my choices.
working out gets hard
The tears of a child, the pain of a mother! A heart full of memories of a dead father! Here's so much sorrow, in every eye.  Nothing but hurt left here,  Nothing but bullets, pain, misery and shattered dreams …. Yet for the children of  world only one equation counts: their shared humanity.

We will gather together as brothers, We will gather together as brothers. and we will live in solidarity with others in this world, we are the thirsty souls of a world without divisions. If we merge mercy with might and might with right, then love becomes our legacy and change, our children's birth right. Let's step out of the shade, aflame and unafraid and don't trust any immortalist. The dove will find a resting place!
If I can stop one Heart from breaking, shall not live in vain, If I can ease one Life the Aching, I shall not live in Vain. Life is too short, A flickering flame, a transient gleam, A flower doomed to swift decay, To bud and bloom and pass away. Between the cradle and the grave a frightened child with tears in his eyes looks at the light. Life is too short, But he who kisses with joy  the life, lives in eternity’s sun rise.
The sky touches the face of the blue earth and whispers, ''I am so yours''. The earth wonders, ''How could that be. You are boundless. You have so starries jewels, stars, suns and moons,  and I , I am little, I have no own light.  And Beyond that, in the modern era, in the Barbaric greed of civilization, I feel, a thousand deaths on my body,
no more flowers left to bloom,  no more harvest to reap,  tears have become irony, fades daylight''.  And the sky replies, ''I know, they came with iron chains claws sharper than the wolves,  came hordes of hunters with perverted eyes of contempt.  But,  Even if your tears are restive your heart glistening in trampled darkness''.
Change is evident, and that is true but it's also the hardest thing one can do. With change our true potential shows, to embrace the pain which is needed to grow; like metamorphosis, the caterpillar to a butterfly, in order for the butterfly to live the caterpillar has to die.

Done By: KCG
We must sacrifice something for the other
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