Everyday Journal

Writing in a journal is a way to express thoughts and feelings that might otherwise go unspoken.

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The Weight of Promises

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The Echo of Tears

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Trapped in My Own Reflection

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The Dream of What Could’ve Been

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A Decade that Wasn’t

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In days of yore, a version true,

My old self danced in morning dew.

Through highs and lows, a winding quest,

A journey etched on time's bequest.

Mistakes and triumphs, woven tight,

In shadows dim and sunlight bright.

A canvas painted, rich and bold,

Stories of the past, now told.

The echoes linger, whispers soft,

Of lessons learned and dreams aloft.

Yet, as the river ceaseless flows,

My old self transforms and grows.

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Furry friends with eyes that gleam,

In the tapestry of memories, they beam.

Whiskers twitch and paws that play,

In the warmth of companionship, they stay.

Feathered whispers and a songbird's trill,

A melody of joy that time can't still.

Feathers, fur, or scales they wear,

In our hearts, a love beyond compare.

Wagging tails and a soft purr,

Their silent language, we come to infer.

Loyalty wrapped in a coat of fur,

Our cherished pets, a love so pure.

Through sunny days and stormy weather,

They teach us lessons, tie bonds that tether.

Gone from sight, but not from heart,

In memories, they play their part.

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In lecture halls of deadlines, minds strain,

A symphony of stress, a relentless refrain.

Textbooks and coffee, companions in strife,

In the tumultuous dance of college life.

Exams looming like storm clouds above,

Sleepless nights, a quest for knowledge and love.

Essays and projects, a relentless tide,

Yet through the chaos, resilience abides.

Halls filled with whispers of dreams and despair,

The weight of expectations, heavy in the air.

But amidst the chaos, friendships bloom,

In the garden of learning, amid the gloom.

Oh, stressful college life, a journey profound,

Where lessons extend far beyond the textbook bound.

Through trials and triumphs, we strive and we cope,

For in the crucible of stress, we discover our hope.

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In shadows deep, your whispers lied,

Led astray, emotions tried.

Twisted knife, a painful art,

Bleedin' echoes in my heart.

Whispers danced in the dark,

Left me alone, a broken spark.

Silent screams, a ghostly flight,

In the echoes of the night.

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In fields of green, where nature's art did play,

Now stands a neighborhood, where houses find their way.

Trees that once swayed to a gentle breeze,

Watch over streets instead of open seas.

The melody of birds, once a sweet refrain,

Now competes with traffic, a different kind of gain.

Endless skies replaced by rooftops tall,

Yet echoes of the past in the urban sprawl.

Amid the hustle, a subtle trace,

The old beauty lingers, leaving a quiet grace.

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Friends from high school, shining so bright,

Like stars at night, our laughter taking flight.

Time rolls on, like a quiet stream,

Washing away moments, like a fading dream.

Paths unfold, friends may part,

But echoes remain, deep in the heart.

Names might blur, faces grow hazy,

Yet, those memories, never truly lazy.

High school days, a chapter we close,

Stars in the sky, each friendship chose.

Even if we forget, in life's grand scheme,

Somewhere, somehow, it's more than a dream.

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Life begins, a brand new start,

A dance of joy, a beating heart.

From morning light to evening's rest,

Life's journey, we are truly blessed.

Yet as the day turns into night,

The fading glow, a gentle sight.

A cycle traced in nature's plan,

Life's fleeting moments, like grains of sand.