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Short Thought: Better Off
They want to be remembered. Even if they’re better off forgotten. Best Regards, Ayesha
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Journal Entry: Betrayal
This week, I found out that someone I respected was plotting against me. It irritated me a little. I felt shook and disturbed by the reality that I misjudged their character. How do I move forward? Without being disappointed by the reality that I have been betrayed. Oftentimes, we build rapports with people only to…
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Running Mind
The bell rings The curtain closes The owl hoots The alarm chimes The time has come My day is done But there is no stop To a running mind Love always, Esha <3
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Wait For You
We started over after 12 years Of complicated feelings, arguing and silence I searched for you like treasure At the bottom of the ocean One minute we were sailing Then we were coasting Then nothing at all We stall then fall Only to end up back in the same place The moments with you, I…
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Never Dry
Your hands fail to catch it Your body longs for it Your ears hear it falling Your eyes search for it’s translucent form Plants grow toward the sun And wait for relief Deer eat grass And run towards the stream Water restores and maintains the body It is nourishing Giving ease to stained muscles And…
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Flash
The flies buzz Their noises cut through laughter and conversation Sailing on the breeze Hanging in the trees Whispering in your ear The move delicately But they can be drawn near to the light They circulate lamp posts While playing tag They live for adventure Leaving this world in a flash To enjoy happiness as…
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Trilogy
I am the part 3. The movie you never saw coming. Some call me the trilogy. Because my existence kept the franchise running. When everyone thought it was over my debut kept the money running. You come to the theater to see the excitement, action and a thriller that’s lasted for generations. Every new movie…
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One Moment
I would dance past the break of day to share one moment with you again. Because every second we spend together hangs onto my heart like a loose string on a thick, sweater. To hold onto your hands and stare into your dark, beautiful eyes is ecstasy. We make misty dreams come into fruition. Love…
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