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Love is a gift for everyone.
No one isn't meant for love,
Everyone deserves love.
Everyone can love and be loved.
Love is a universal language that all ears can listen to and all minds understand.
Love is the centre of a peaceful universe.
Love is a beauty all eyes can't afford to miss.
Love is part of us,
So let us not let it part from us.
Everything that has breath isn't something to last forever.
Time here on earth is limited.
Follow your passion;that very thing that makes your heart skip beats.
Love yourself inside out,embrace your flaws and let them rest in your strengths.
Living life to please others is a waste of breath.
We leave this earth individually and if we have to leave it with regrets then we'll bear the pain alone.
Live in such a way that when you're taking your last breath,your heart will be at peace at its last beat.
Dreamers know the depth of their dreams,
They know that to dream is to live inside the mind.
Their passions are like loud screams..
Unavoidable, but the worthy kind.
Dreamers recognise the art of hardwork,
Dreams without work are mere fantasies.
Achievement comes by work.
Work your dreams out!
No one else will.
Only
          what you crave
     has the strength to
  tempt you.
Numbness of creation,
Loss of literature.
Words feel empty,
Yearning to gather them up and use them... But they escape,
More like an attempt to paint with dry paint and a dry brush,
But words always fly back to their owners,
Filled and inspired; they fly back to the one to write them.
Its always just a phase.
Stay positive :)
It is the soul that contains beauty.
True beauty can only emerge from within,
Beauty is everlasting,
That's why it can't be physical because nothing physical is everlasting.
The immortal part of being is what's beautiful.
Its moulded by its owner and given a final touch by its creator.
Beauty is in you.
Shy
They say the limit is the sky,
But for a girl who's shy,
The mind is the limit.
Everything happens in it.
Nothing leaves except a few lucky thoughts,
Papers hear her scream in dots,
And they embrace her words
Because its only on the pages that she let's them free like birds.
She hears her heart beating when she stands in a crowd,
Wishing she lived in a cloud,
All alone with the stars in the night,
But her mind is right when it thinks her future is bright*.
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