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Schizology

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Elements Days go by, thinking of you Nights I lie , visions of you Many times I try, without you I often sigh, still feeling blue Weeks tally up, thoughts of us Months in a fuzz, memories of us Years gone plus , recalling of us I still discuss , of what once 'twas Remembering you, and all you are You're my world , as I wait from afar My air , my water , my fire , my earth You're my light, my guide, and my star ©Schizology Elements #Elements #missed #Broken💔Heart

Elements Days go by, thinking of you Nights I lie , visions of you Many times I try, without you I often sigh, still feeling blue Weeks tally up, thoughts of us Months in a fuzz, memories of us Years gone plus , recalling of us I still discuss , of what once 'twas Remembering you, and all you are You're my world , as I wait from afar My air , my water , my fire , my earth You're my light, my guide, and my star ©Schizology Elements #Elements #missed #Broken💔Heart

B L Gadhawal

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Google---General Organization of Oriented Group Language of Earth. Ok---Objection Killed Virus---Vital Information Resources under Seage. ©Babulal Gadhawal full forms of regularly used words. #WorldOrganDonationDay

Google---General Organization of Oriented Group Language of Earth. Ok---Objection Killed Virus---Vital Information Resources under Seage. ©Babulal Gadhawal full forms of regularly used words. #WorldOrganDonationDay

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~our palm lines are made of pores~ smoke siphons and spreads. sky catches and keeps. safe, i feel. lines on my palms turn grey and blue while those on my forehead, a smouldering green. i heard, as humans, we have no time to be sad but it's this sorrow that pours through the pores in our hands, reminding us, of the little time that we call life and i think that's why we don't grow up to be old, we age, at different places, and become the life we were always meant to be. We smell of life, at different places, in different forms. 💛 #theunsungquill #poetry #itsjustmeandmypoems

~our palm lines are made of pores~ smoke siphons and spreads. sky catches and keeps. safe, i feel. lines on my palms turn grey and blue while those on my forehead, a smouldering green. i heard, as humans, we have no time to be sad but it's this sorrow that pours through the pores in our hands, reminding us, of the little time that we call life and i think that's why we don't grow up to be old, we age, at different places, and become the life we were always meant to be. We smell of life, at different places, in different forms. 💛 #theunsungquill #poetry #itsjustmeandmypoems

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It's important to separate the art form from the artist's personal life. Cancel culture has ingrained in us that a person's art form is valued based on their conventional character sketch. What we fail to see is their truth can vary from their art's truth. Combining the two can put such artists on a pedestal they don't deserve to be. And if only we know how to separate the two, we can learn to appreciate them or their craft. The same holds true for parenting. They could be good human beings but not necessarily good at parenting. Art forms.

It's important to separate the art form from the artist's personal life. Cancel culture has ingrained in us that a person's art form is valued based on their conventional character sketch. What we fail to see is their truth can vary from their art's truth. Combining the two can put such artists on a pedestal they don't deserve to be. And if only we know how to separate the two, we can learn to appreciate them or their craft. The same holds true for parenting. They could be good human beings but not necessarily good at parenting. Art forms.