Live like a Pauper

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No matter how bad you are, you are not useless.

You can still be used, as a bad example!

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We live to learn. Through this process, we learn to live.

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You were the calm before the storm, and I’m still drowning in the aftermath.

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Some nights I dream of you just to remember what it felt like to be whole.

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The older you get, the more you realize how much life is a gift.

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Words lingered on my tongue, but courage was nowhere to be found.

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‎In English, we say: “I miss you.”

‎But in poetry, we say:

‎“I trace the shape of your absence in the spaces where your laughter used to linger,

‎and let the echoes of you fill the hollow hours.”

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‎In English, we say: “I don’t know how to let go.”

‎But in poetry, we say:

‎“I carry you in my chest like a stone—

‎heavy, unyielding, and carved with the sharp edges of what once was.”

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‎In English, we say: “I feel lost.”

‎But in poetry, we say:

‎“The compass of my heart spins wildly now,

‎its needle drawn to places it can no longer call home.”

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‎In English, we say: “I wish it were different.”

‎But in poetry, we say:

‎“I water the garden of could-have-beens with tears, waiting for flowers that refuse to bloom.”

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‎In English, we say: “I hope you’re happy.”

‎But in poetry, we say:

‎“May the sun that warms your days

‎be as kind to you as the first kiss of dew on the dawning light upon the leaves of the laurel that we once made love under”

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‎In English, we say: “You hurt me.”

‎But in poetry, we say:

‎“You planted thorns in my chest with hands I once trusted, and now every breath feels like an apology I shouldn’t owe.”

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‎In English, we say: “I wanted to stay.”

‎But in poetry, we say:

‎“I lingered at the edge of your world,

‎a star burning quietly, unnoticed in your vast, indifferent sky.”

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‎In English, we say: “I’m trying to move on.”

‎But in poetry, we say:

‎“I untangle your name from my veins each morning, only to find it woven into my dreams again at night.”

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‎In English, we say: “I’ll be okay.”

‎But in poetry, we say:

‎“I gather the shattered pieces of myself like broken glass, knowing someday, even scars can catch the light.”

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‎With poetry I write paths through gardens of grace with words in ways my body dare not go as a whole.

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‎Written by : Larson Langston.

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Do not allow others to control your actions. You are responsible for your behavior and reactions. Self-control and the ability to remain calm in the face of a crisis or when confronted are qualities that not everyone has mastered. Some situations do not necessitate a reaction. Some folks are not worth your attention. Do not give up your peace to their deception.

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Avoid comparing yourself to others and focus on  your own path to happiness. Comparison is the thief of joy.

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Live in the present; the past is gone, and the future is uncertain.

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In the quiet of midnight, your voice I seek,

A whispered touch, though soft and weak.

In every air, your scent I trace,

In daydreaming, I find your face.

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I am but a solitary tree, standing tall and patient amidst the meadow of life. Each passing season, I eagerly await your arrival, knowing that when you come, we will intertwine our branches, creating a love that withstands the test of time.

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There are only two kinds of women in the world: those who leave you when you have absolutely nothing left to give and those who remain with you even when you have practically nothing to offer.

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I'm too late to be your first love,

But I will do anything to be your last.

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Social isolation and loneliness are not synonymous, as these are two distinct things.

One can be socially isolated but not lonely, living happily in one's own company. But one can also be among crowds, have many friends and other social connections, and be lonely.

Social isolation is an objective situation - although in many forms and degrees - while loneliness is a subjective experience.

But that doesn't mean that socially isolated people who don't experience loneliness are not without problems.