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#strugle
❤🌻 Good side .. Bad side Let us have a deeper insight.. We all have both, but the stronger will ride.. And the other will hide.. This is mankind.. Sometimes we struggle, but it is worth the fight.. We are not angels in the day and devils at night.. It is something that we can't bind.. It is within all of us, be ready to what you will find.. It is always clear and obvious, don't pretend that you are blind.. We just reflect what we feel deep inside.. I hope we all ride what is truly right.. Nermine Marei 14/3/2013 ❤🌻
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Dec 20, 2020
Dec 20, 2020 at 3:21 AM UTC
The ride
Where Weeds florish Lotus thrives And yet We quietly believe It's okay Let it be What is learned Survial of fittest Finding balance Everywhere Where weeds florish Lotus thrives
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Nov 25, 2019
Nov 25, 2019 at 4:29 AM UTC
Loop Hole
Days turned months, and months to years, The child now a youth smiled no more. She alone could see her tears, As she kept on singing, like an age old chore. She longed to see the endless sands, She longed to see the mountains high. She wished to visit foreign lands, And soar above all, through the boundless sky.
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Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 3:11 AM UTC
A Way Out (Part 2)
I'm too small As small as a dot on the crumpled paper I'm just one of thousands Even invisible in this cruel world Sheltered in a narrow and thin shells Hiding behind the leaves which begin to change color My first house finally I was born as something strange I'm the ugly My body covered with bristle Feebly crawling along a twig Gnaw the leaves around and make holes Run away from the birds Grappling with weaver ants Makes me fell to the ground Until my bristle loss and scattered Only a worm greets They hate me so I could get killed, not all of them accept until I'm stuck in another dimension I'm the lonely hiding caterpillars Imprisoned inside a small obsolete pouch Trying to **** time Struggling in the darkness to reach beauty That's enough of this stopover wade through the rigors of the long wait that handcuff I was reborn being different and they like me Abundant happiness arrives fly indefinitely with both my beautiful wings penetrate malignancy to explore the horizon
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Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 10:52 PM UTC
Metemorphose