In the rhythm of life, I find my pace
A symphony of moments, that fill up the space
Every beat a memory, every melody a tale
A harmony of laughter, that echoes through the gale
The drums of joy, they beat with glee
The strings of love, they hum with ecstasy
The flute of hope, it whispers low and sweet
A chorus of dreams, that my heart repeats
In this orchestra of life, I find my part
A unique and vital note, that resonates in every heart
A symphony of purpose, that guides me on my way
And in its harmony, I find a brighter day.
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I want to grow
I want to grow and I’m going to grow. I’m not going to be this version of myself anymore and you won’t know who I become. You won’t talk to her, or be by her side as she goes through life— you won’t know her. Her heart won’t even remember the small moments that’ve clung to it for so long. I’ll watch her embrace a new life that has nothing to do with you, and there won’t be a space waiting like there has been for far too long.
By Aathavi Thanges4 days ago in Psyche
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