#yuddhamaharaj

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The great thing about it is that there is no rhyme or reason to anything we ever do for that is because our concept of purpose and worth is man-made as is everything else we do as we please, we please who we do not like Only ourselves, only us can make us feel proud can make us feel time can make us make sense of what we do here Rhyming and reasoning is all that we make is all that we believe let us continue to be the creators of our own world We made it after all..

Yuddha M

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My Hands Are Not Pretty || A Poem

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Some photos my brother & I (mostly my brother) took of when we were in Toronto on the weekend

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What if today was your "last" day, Yuddha, or this week was your "last" week, and heaven had 10,000 angels waiting to serenade you, dancers waiting to dance with you, and reporters waiting to interview you? Is there a grudge you'd still hold? Something you'd still regret? An unhappy memory that would matter more than forever and ever? Nada, baby - The Universe

The Universe 

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It's odd how people like to be told what they already know, Yuddha, as if being told makes it more real. This is why the number-one thing the dead want to tell you is that no one dies. Not ever. Not anyone. Including you. You're going to live forever, gallivanting throughout realities and dimensions unimaginable, carried onward by love, all misdeeds forgiven, infinite possibilities on deck, surrounded by friends and laughter, unicorns and rainbows, celebrated as the god or goddess you are. But you knew that, The Universe

The Universe

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Finally changed the template I've had for 5 years on my first blog. Shit is real out hur. Old Yuddha is gone *tear*

Also, spent hours upon hours editing the HTML coding on two blogs... shit gets tiring but feels good to be able to do such a thing hehe

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Thinking too much, analyzing too much, leads me to writing too much.

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