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How does it feel to be at the top?
Is all the struggle to get there worth it?
Will you achieve the success you worked so hard to obtain?
Will I feel fulfillment for my hard work or will I be bitter because it all went to waste?
Can I finally lay down after all I've been through?
I will succeed.

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At the end of the day, were the only person who can really make ourselves happy.
We could loose everything tomorrow.
But, we'd still have our soul, heart, spirit, and mind.
Luxury items, cars, houses, mean nothing.
Just remember,
you'll always have yourself.

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what does life even mean?
are you awake or is it just a dream
am I in heaven
No one knows
Am I safe?
I can't tell
I feel the earth moving in circles
Will I wake up from this bad dream ?
Or will I stay lying on this hard ground surface.

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Are we truly alone at the end of it all?

But loneliness and being alone are two different things.

Can we gather at crowds to hide that dissatisfaction of life?

What is the center of affliction? Where does it start and end?

Does it bloom like a withering rose in the wind?

Why is the truth complicated, why are we humans so complex?

I thought life was about standing your ground, no matter how tragic it is

Is loving someone a waste? What should I fight for?

No one can ever make me feel complete

We humans are farsighted. Only knowing the importance of things that we don’t have but letting those close things slip away.

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What happened to having a quiet house?

Does it disappear
like a fridge out of food?
Or wither like a rose-
And then have an unfulfilled mood?
Does it get overwhelmed like a person
Or suffer and struggle-

like a dog in a muzzle?

Maybe it's just tired
like a sleepy baby.

Or does it shrink maybe?

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why cant anyone see me?
the real me
the me I want to be
do I need time to grow like a tree?
or perhaps blossom like a flower on the green sea?
but when will this flower finally find its bee?

everyone seems to be an object of desire
while I have the value of a used tire
I long for the day I could lift my head higher
to be seen as something more than an outlier.

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Quiet
How quiet could a person be?
Is it because they struggle to speak
Or is it because it’s more deep than we think
Does it bring fulfillment to their lives
So they can turn out to be a sweet person deep down inside.

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remember that quiet storm last summer?
was the struggle real between us or imagined?
or was it like an empty library with so much promise?
am i confused by the bitter pill we swallowed together?
i long for the ocean air
and to have a wave wash over me
so i can overcome.

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What happens to a book left unread?

Does it wither on a shelf like a dying plant?

Or does it gaze into the reader’s eyes with a look of despair?

Does it stink like a spoiled fruit?

Or glisten like a star in the night?

Maybe it just unwinds like a decrepit journal.

Or does it shatter into a million pieces?

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What happened to a vision unpursued?
Does it struggle
like a withering rose?
or swim away
as far as it can go?
Does it linger
like the smell of freshly cut grass?
Or smell like you need to take out the trash?
Maybe it trudges
like a moaning storm
or does it transform?

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How does one overcome failure?
How does one seek the light?
you were their on that lonely night. Trapped inside too afraid to go outside. Quite your mind and block out all the distractions.

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that quiet moment when everything stops for a second

you look around  and realize how beautiful the sun light hits the ocean
water

you feel the sand and close your eyes take a deep breathe and it just smells like summer

you are sad because you don't want it to end
but happy because you want to go back to it

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The mind wanders, sometimes, back to a time

When life was easy- lemon squeezy. A

Time when the size and shape of one’s body

Didn't constantly make them feel sorry

About who they are. A time when the mind

Was a safe space. Where I went to unwind

And be myself. Before “myself” was a

Scary thing to be. A time when youthful

Confidence and joy ran abundant. I

Miss those days sometimes.

Do you?

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What does failure really do?
Does it trudge your way, singing its song?
Does it follow you through the empty library of your mind,
not caring at all?
Does it make you crave more,
wanting something you think you can't have?
Or does the sweet smell of success finally grow stronger at last?

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Ah I remember those peaceful and joyful day's yes the smell of fresh cut grass and flowers do you remember those days ?
Drinking a nice cold Tampico with a splash of lemon siting by the pool where did those days go ?  Now we live in hard distressing times in an ungodly & wicked system where the love of people has grown cold like ice yes we are all feeling our joyful spirits being saped by the stress of all these wicked world. Finally soon we all will be able to gain the award of the real life yes the life of living forever.

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Whatever happened to an errand un-run?
Does it flitter away like a butterfly in the rain?
Or does it stare off into the distance and then wake to a pang?
Does it stink of chlorine freshly added to the pool?
Or sift through the house like cookies left out to cool?
Maybe it just sleeps in the corner like a cat.
Or does it dance a jig?