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White YOU ARE THE ARTIST OF YOUR OWN LIFE. DON’T HAND THE PAINTBRUSH TO ANYONE ELSE.❤️‍🩹 ©Broken Hero #life_quotes my self life quotes images

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White Many speak of their sorrows and scars, And of love, not wanting them. But I, who don't have them either, What I sing is something else altogether. With me, a nightingale sings where Existence itself relinquishes its will. You hear it, ponder, and turn sombre, And my grief grows as well. Ah, if only poetry were More than just ink carved on paper. You had nowhere to go—remember? You open a window, to where Fields of grass are taller than trees; Where the dryad hides herself Beyond the use of mere imagery, And the moon mirrors the stars, Where you dissolve into your own tears ©Sup_holster tears #good_night

White Many speak of their sorrows and scars, And of love, not wanting them. But I, who don't have them either, What I sing is something else altogether. With me, a nightingale sings where Existence itself relinquishes its will. You hear it, ponder, and turn sombre, And my grief grows as well. Ah, if only poetry were More than just ink carved on paper. You had nowhere to go—remember? You open a window, to where Fields of grass are taller than trees; Where the dryad hides herself Beyond the use of mere imagery, And the moon mirrors the stars, Where you dissolve into your own tears ©Sup_holster tears #good_night