I never asked for perfect ways, only honesty to stay.
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Every bullet fired into a child screams for eternity: I lacked the courage to become human.
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One special gift that is often overlooked is the spirit of perseverance. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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Childhood ends not with age, but with the last fruit picked without permission.
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It’s like buying a classic car that’s clocked half a million miles. Still polished, sounds sweet when you start it up, but push it too hard and the engine just can’t take the strain. Looks might still turn heads, but under the bonnet, the wear and tear tells a different story.
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Nobody Can Know ALL The Squirrels...
I'm Sorry, Who Asked?
-Gray Squirrel
05-20-2025
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It’s not bad timing. The universe is punctual. You just picked the wrong plus-one.
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When nothing moves the way you asked, it’s easy to call it rejection, but maybe it’s not punishment, it’s precision. Even sacred timing can feel like silence, and it’s okay to hurt in the pause.The waiting wounds, even when something beautiful is quietly being built
~Innantia Magcanya
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Tis far better to be challenged than to be tasked
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I've never blocked anyone, that is not my way, for the things we say are a reflection of ourselves, so I let them ramble away.
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An unintentional mistake is an accidental error, but an intentional mistake is a byproduct of wickedness.
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"Come look amid the treacheries glorious of history and the riddles of time existence; deception hammers out its dominion silent. Yes, cloaked in words eloquent, veiled in reason hypnotic, waiting to be unmasked never." - Daniel Henry Rodgers
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For each picked lily there are paper flowers that wish to come alive.
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Most of life's problems would disappear, if we talked to each other, rather than talk about each other.
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“There’s no shame in vulnerability” - That’s what I was told when I finally cracked enough for someone to see the real me
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Kid asked her mom why she helps everyone, then mom replied saying a help will help you.
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I don't want to be cracked by every squirrel — for I am not a ground nut worth cracking.
©®Muhammad Abdulhamid kumo
17th November, 2024
#SpringHearted
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I’ve walked through shadows and danced in light, but I hold onto one truth: the best chapters are still waiting to be written.
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Nothing concentrates the military mind so much as the discovery that you have walked into an ambush.
– Thomas Packenham
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I learned today, that if you are well-liked, it may be because you have something the other wants. Hopefully, it's your charm and not your capital.
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"To lay awake and watch the galaxy slowly move, memories stored unlocked, a touch of existence." Quote by poet
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God I am so fucked up right now, I need you to help me put this shits together. I am losing my way, come make one!
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Prayer align us. It makes us open and receptive to all that we've seek, knocked and asked. So pray!!
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If you ever wonder why I left why I walked
I'm not going to explain I am just in a different space right now yes I got hurt I didn't deserved it I left to avoid conflict I walked because it wasn't worth my while I find myself in a dark place but I'm better off here all by myself taking care of myself maybe one day I will have the courage to make a change
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"Bitterness, unchecked, is a wildfire that consumes the soul." - Aloo Denish Obiero
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"One Penny on the ground is overlooked by even the loliest of passers by. But a room full of Pennies create Bills that prevent the dinagration of the One."
"(Browned-Cents)"
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How can you say you've lived life to the fullest
Unless you have walked against the wind
On a rainy day.
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Love is The God Particle -- the elusive particle science seeks, from which all things came and will go back to -- Love is pure, unchangeable omnipotence. It can be lied about, mimicked, but children know the Real-deal, our beloved pets know, a faithful spouse knows...only politicians and bankers remain entirely oblivious.
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If I asked “what makes a man a man?” Excluding service to others and functions (provide, protect, lead, etc.) what would your answer be?
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My memory searches a distant past, where a fisherman and a carpenter worked both the land and the sea.
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