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Being raised from a rural town, living for a couple of years in an urbanized city, made me become less appreciative of people.

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It's actually pretty tough to remain positive these days because either you're surrounded by negative family members or God made a fate for you to meet people who will make you lose your faith in humanity.

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"Kill them with kindness" wrong, curse of ra 𓀀 𓀁 𓀂 𓀃 𓀄 𓀅 𓀆 𓀇 𓀈 𓀉 𓀊 𓀋 𓀌 𓀍 𓀎 𓀏 𓀐 𓀑 𓀒 𓀓 𓀔 𓀕 𓀖 𓀗 𓀘 𓀙 𓀚 𓀛 𓀜 𓀝 𓀞 𓀟 𓀠 𓀡 𓀢 𓀣 𓀤 𓀥 𓀦 𓀧 𓀨 𓀩 𓀪 𓀫 𓀬 𓀭 𓀲 𓀳 𓀴 𓀵 𓀶 𓀷 𓀸 𓀹 𓀺 𓀻 𓀼 𓀽 𓀾 𓀿 𓁀 𓁁 𓁂 𓁃 𓁄 𓁅 𓁆 𓁇 𓁈 𓁉 𓁊 𓁋 𓁍 𓁎 𓁏 𓁐 𓁑

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I know I'm not a great person, but a butterfly landed on my hand, and it let me pet it for a minute 🥺

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I really can't stop admiring this one.

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This gave the same intensity to this quote:

"Just when you thought you're safest, that's when you're most vulnerable."

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We're all blessed 😙

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A comic about not being alone and the accompanying pin. 💛

Chibird store | Positive pin club | Instagram

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When experiences made you so numb, now you can barely distinguish if you're just sad or hungry.

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New year, new beginnings.

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The ignorant is always subject to exploitation and manipulation.

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“And all these arts,

dwells unconvincing emotions,

carries a web of connection

that won't reach to those who yearns it.”

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“I should have loved a thunderbird instead;

At least when spring comes they roar back again.”

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“I'm glad to know that you're still alive”

I have fancy new moments

With you

In my complex world of imagination

Your face's blurry, your voice's inaudible

I can't hear you, I can't touch you

But just being with you,

Having this opportunity to be with you,

Was far more enough

Than just me, alone in a corner

Thinking how surreal my dream were

Say, it's you and me

Sitting in the bermuda grass

My head's resting in your lap

Your hands caressing my head

Toucing my hair and playing it

As time fleet, I slowly felt the firmness,

Roughness and the weight of sadness

Through this old concrete bench

No one would have thought

That I have been living

In the spectrum of loneliness

That I didn't notice how fast

The years went and how

The bermuda grass disappeared.

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What if my search for peace end me up in hell?

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Haven't you ask yourself yet about what Earth would get by keeping you alive?