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juicy bitesof tasty seasons-farm fresh foodnourishesbody, mind and broken soul-hear forbidden calls Puzzle This - Saturday Mix
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A conversation with my younger self was long overdue. Yes, I remember the teacher who said I can write, but never be a good speaker. She is dead now, and I pay homage every year on the social media post put up by her daughters. I remember that my favourite teacher once stained my picture-perfect … Continue reading Confidence
silentsmall implosionsincrease toxicityand the only way is to justlet go An explosion that looks spontaneous needs to be carefully crafted. Etch deep lines in the glass – the kind of humiliation that people don’t forget. Frame rules which imprison the genie in the bottle. The underdogs strive hard to contain the pressure, express their anger … Continue reading Explosion
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Do you know?how your absence hurtnot seeingwhom I trust,what it meant to be away?Ma, don't go again... What Do You See?