feelings
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Write like a dream maker weaving dreams like an orchestral conductor, commanding the magical dance among the stars.
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I’ve met the men who act like manly men, to the ones who hold the hands during the period pains suffered by their girlfriend’s, I see two wide and obvious extremes, one type caring the other seems mean, but in the middle there are so many more, struggling to find the right balance of less…
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Write until your heart gives out, source imaginations until your mind explodes, feel so deep that your heart aches so, and share all there is in your soul until there’s nothing left and then you’ll know you’ve truly lived.
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I’ve never understood why in new relationships, one often abandons their own unique self to morph into something that mimics their new partner. They fell in love with you, not a carbon copy of them.
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Don’t seek answers in others, they are on their own path, their own journey and it’s different from yours, your answers are unique to you and you’ll find them at the right time, if you are looking, don’t be distracted.
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Have you ever stood and watched the stars and had a yearning for home. We are energy, light, matter and out there is our home, the place we truly belong.
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Under a cosmic universal sky we dare to dream, imagine the vastness of the space we see, it is there for us right there to travel in our conscious imaginations and dreams.
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Struggling day to day with bills, working long hours that make you ill, sustaining your health while relying on pills, then watch your bosses getting their fill. Working shift patterns early mornings then lates, you have no energy to help you create, something that may show your talents to all, when you get home off…
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I vibe on the higher frequencies of life, so I am misunderstood but that is alright, for those not aware and neither love or truly care, cannot understand the universal paradigm shift in which with others I share, in a state of enlightenment free from this illusory I now live within a different space with…
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Her love was wild and so could not be contained So they agreed she could share it again and again, And she would always come home sharing her adventures And he could deny he got pleasure from it, Yet though others showed scorn for him participating in this He knew that the love they had…
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