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#livewell
No pressure to be up today, blessed or cursed, hold on the hands in yours may be tiny, of passion, steady, familiar, frail or memorial they touch the same and need you here x
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Dec 25, 2021
Dec 25, 2021 at 5:14 AM UTC
Annual
Christmas past is always framed with melancholic gilt though its broad strokes show no love held is ever truly lost Christmas present as the Polaroid is shook takes time to reveal itself best when pressed in the pages of the whole story Christmas future’s binary seems pixel cold, clinical, bed-ridden fears looming but, my dears, don’t fret: we’ll get what we deserve
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Dec 24, 2021
Dec 24, 2021 at 5:48 AM UTC
Mr Dickens said
You are made of gold But each moment you can’t hold Even you are not your own Though each breath is what you’ve sown Your life is in God’s hand Who counts each grain of sand So give everything you are Because death is never far
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Jan 30, 2021
Jan 30, 2021 at 4:50 PM UTC
Priceless
In a world purely about survival, the best revenge I can have is to live well and succeed
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Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 10:41 AM UTC
Lesson Learned #95