"AI has stolen the imagination from writers. The writer is the true creator from their heart. AI is the great copier because they have No heart to write with."
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Despite daily grind, to others be kind.
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Children off to college. We cannot hold on too long to anything of this world, even what is dearly heartfelt. Nothing was ever ours alone, to claim and keep.
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We are born as flames and die as ash because the world doesn’t know what to do with the fire in us.
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Society doesn’t want you alive with soul — just functional and silent.
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We are a world that demands perfection, but fears sincerity.
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The true crime is not just death, but the brutal lack of shame before a life that fades.
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Every bullet fired into a child screams for eternity: I lacked the courage to become human.
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Murderers of nations wear suits, not remorse. They don’t sleep, they rest in their own toxic silence.
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Hypocrisy is when you cry for the world but ignore your brother fallen at your feet.
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Humanity hasn’t died, it merely sleeps beneath piles of selfies and unsolicited opinions.
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We don’t care for truth, only for how beautifully a lie sounds when spoken with the right smile.
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We preach kindness while closing the doors on those who ask for just a flicker of light.
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We loved each other with the same desperation a junkie seeks his syringe: in the dead of night, in darkness, without shame.
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Love is the most poetic form of addiction. And the most beautiful ruin.
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I do not fear addictions, only those that wear the face of love.
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To love is to fall daily into the same divine trap, without wishing to be saved.
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I was addicted to you like a prayer said in vain, but one that kept me alive.
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When I love, I no longer know if I burn with longing or simply relive the withdrawal of too long an absence.
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Giving to takers is a Sisyphean task.
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"The pen must go where the pen wants to go. Today it went down Heartbroken Lane."
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"An ego driven journey is but a voyage that circles back to emptiness.."
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A UNION OF CIRCUMSTANCE
VERSUS MUTUALITY IS WEAK…
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Sunday is the only day with a silent melody. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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Every other season is a romance. Summer is a party. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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Men and women —they frighten each other terribly, yet cannot do without each other's horrors. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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One special gift that is often overlooked is the spirit of perseverance. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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Do not be angry with the dormant friends you have on Facebook and on social media who do not LIKE or comment on your statuses and pictures, and do not congratulate you on your birthday. See them just as the regular passengers you meet every morning on the train and bus on your way to work, and with whom you do not exchange greetings ? the only thing you share being just passengers on board the same train and bus. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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Unfortunately, even if the mind comes to understand, what went wrong with a relationship -- the heart never will.
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Could it be said that Mary, mother of Jesus, quite literally had a bun in the oven? John 6:48
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