Every movement is painful

Life is so ironic to understand fully; it takes sadness to know what is happiness. Noise to distinguish silent and a broken heart to find the true love of self


You never know what lays behind those eyes of hardship

How we love in addition to that feeling constant feeling of constant rejection


By Wisdom Kindness

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

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