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- Author Charles Wright
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What makes us leave what we love best?What is it inside us that keeps erasing itselfWhen we need it most,That sends us into uncertainty for its own sakeAnd holds us flush there until we begin to love itAnd have to begin again?What is it within our own lives we decline to liveWhenever we find it, making our days unendurable,And nights almost visionless?I still don't know yet, but I do it.
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- Author muse
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Meadow's Waltz...the meadow had becomeher sanctuary of spiritoffering an escape from a painno child should ever endureforeboding clouds began...
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- Author Anjum Choudhary
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I think i should get love inked on my skin.Maybe that's the only way i am destined to keep it.
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- Author Alice Walker
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My friend says to me:But what can we do? Already giving up.To be aware is already something,I say. Consciousness rarelyleaves us unmoved. Or unmoving.And so it is with this revelationof what has been happeningto our children, all of them,and especially to our boys.The beast in so-calledcivilized manis more lethal, sinister,grotesque and cunningthan I would have believed:And what is it, anyhow, this beast?How does it manifestin every age to plague our republicfrom shadowsit projectsas light?
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- Author muse
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Depths of Friendship...under fathoms deepof dark and bitter coldan eerie oscillationreverberated brash and bold...
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- Author Hasil Paudyal
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May be its mine bad-luck Or yours not to get me But I still have hope Of being yours
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- Author Philip Larkin
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I feel the only thing you can do about life is to preserve it, by art if you're an artist, by children if you're not.
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- Author James C. Dobson
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18. Your life is before you. Be careful of the choices you make now that you could regret later. This regret is the subject of an old poem whose author has been forgotten. I hope you’ll never have reason to apply it to yourself. Across the fields of yesterday, He sometimes comes to me A little lad just back from play— The boy I used to be. He looks at me so wistfully When once he’s crept within; It is as if he hoped to see The man I might have been.
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- Author Israelmore Ayivor
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Stop blaming people for not helping you. No matter how your teacher teaches you to recite a poem, you can’t wear her smiling face to the platform. You’ve got to put that smile on your own face.
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