"A human writer needs to think and many times rewrite their work. We put our heart, creativity and imagination into each write to bring it to life."
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Faith. Hope. Dream. These are energy boosters man needs as he desperately races through life. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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Lost in love with you. Love is like the wind, feeling refreshing and renewing.
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Smiling moments with you feel so amazing. May our love soar high above like two doves.
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Love you like the sun and moon. Constant and forever.
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Love is timeless. Love lives.
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Love is like water, always cool and refreshing.
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A whatabout has no place in American politics.
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What makes you a star is not how you shine on your own, but how you shine on people's lives. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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No matter how fast artificial intelligence spreads, global stupidity will always be ahead of it. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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Mondays are like the first day in school — you have everything but confidence. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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You don't need to be literate in order to read the human mind. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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Some say that dreamers are wasting their time, and to face up to reality, and not walk around blind, but dreams have no barriers, dreams have no walls, and wouldn't it be wonderful, if just one dream came true.
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Love is the ghostly light that no shadow or blade can sever.
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Some lights never die—they shimmer softly in the dusk of memory.
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Joy can slip like wind, but the tether of memory holds fast.
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Behind every borrowed face lies a story too quiet to tell.
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Echoes of a silent heart linger long after the voice has faded.
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The darkest nights are softened by the memory of a steady, guiding light.
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Loss may shadow the soul, but hope is the light that keeps it striving.
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Even when joy slips quietly away, the heart remembers what it once held.
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When you’re just an option in someone’s life, they’ll overlook the value of your presence, no matter how rare your heart is. True worth is only seen by those who are ready to cherish it, not by those still weighing their options.
By: Innantia Magcanya
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Society doesn’t want you alive with soul — just functional and silent.
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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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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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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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A UNION OF CIRCUMSTANCE
VERSUS MUTUALITY IS WEAK…
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