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They are iconic. Their hair is luscious. The texture? Perfect. Their eyes are captivating. The perfect shade. Their face is easy on the eyes. Feature? Perfect. Their body? Perfect. The kind that looks breathtaking in every outfit.
What does our future really have in store for us? Is life still going to be this endless circle of trials Or
For years my thoughts were silent Trapped in the matrix of my mind The only resolve, a pen on paper Hoping to leave my past behind. Having no idea how to share myself With the people surrounding me
I've realixed that when it comes to life, everything and everyone in it has an imperfection. A slight misunderstanding that the universe as a whole compels to call a fatal flaw that keeps life at its best, from perfection.
Everyone has dreams to make it for their familes get of the hood to live good well some people was born into this world with a sliver spoon in their mouth
You can never fail.
Dear Anonymous Person, Read this right now, Your worth isn't determined by your grades, your weight, your beauty is infinite, immeasurable like the famous lemniscate. So forget all the hate.
Sometimes I wake up and I wonder is it alright to be this “me”?
Somebody once told me that Life was like clay, no matter how much you fiddle around with it the clay will eventually harden. What did they mean? Somebody once said that Life was beautiful and