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The reason why I am up so late is because the world is silent and no one expects anything from me. It’s the only time I can find peace and comfort from my daily battles…just me and my thought Sunday, Morning time
In the golden embrace of Sunday's dawn,
The world awakens, a sleepy yawn. Morning time, a gentle symphony, Melodies floating on a breeze so free. Soft rays of sunlight, dancing through the air, Caress the earth with love and tender care. Whispering secrets to the waking trees, They sway and rustle in the morning breeze. The city stirs as sleepy souls arise, With dreams dissolving in their drowsy eyes. A symphony of footsteps fills the street, The rhythm of life, a gentle heartbeat. Families gather in the sacred hour, A respite from the week's relentless power. Laughter and love, intertwined as one, Bathing the day in a warmth that's just begun. Beside windowsills, with steaming cups in hand, Solitude seekers, finding peace so grand. Lost in the pages of a cherished book, They journey to realms, beyond our nook. The day unfolds with promises untold, Of leisurely strolls and stories yet to be told. A canvas of possibilities unfurled, In Sunday's embrace, a balm for the world. Morning time on this sacred day, Transcends the ordinary, in its own unique way. Let us savor this precious gift we've found, In sweet Sunday's morning, let love abound. Sucks when you want to be heartless but you know that’s not who you are It is Sunday, tomorrow is Monday
In the twilight of the waning day,
As the sun bids its fond farewell, A bittersweet whisper fills the air, For it is Sunday, and tomorrow is Monday. Gently, the world begins to slow, A languid hush envelops the land, Like a painter's brush, the day unfolds, With moments slipping through time's soft hand. Oh, Sunday, you're a fleeting dream, A respite from the world's relentless race, A sanctuary of calm, we hold dear, Before Monday unveils its solemn face. But in the depths of Sunday's embrace, A subtle yearning starts to ignite, A dance, a tremor deep within, For Monday, the dawn of a new plight. The sorrows and joys intertwined, Into the tapestry our lives are spun, Monday, an empty canvas awaits, In its quiet calling, we shall be undone. Yet fear not the coming morn, For within us lies a sacred power, To weave the mundane with magic's touch, And conquer the looming Monday hour. Embrace the promise of a fresh start, With each heartbeat, a chance anew, Carve your path through the week's expanse, For Monday holds the dreams that you pursue. So, let the tendrils of night caress, As Sunday wanes beneath the moon's soft sway, And with hope in our hearts, we stand, For tomorrow is Monday, a brand-new day.
My Girlfriend, Dr. Amaya Deakins
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My Girlfriend, Dr. Amaya Deakins & II love me. So, the day that you decide to stop loving me, I’m not going to stop loving myself any less. I believe in me. If you stop believing in me, I’m not going to believe in myself any less. If you believe that I’m irrelevant, that no one is checking for me and that I don’t mean anything to the world. Because, you think, or believe that about me, it doesn’t mean that I’m going to believe that about myself. Always love and believe in yourself ? #realtalk #aiden #wildsoul #life #healthyliving Durham North Carolina VA HospitalWest VA Mountains
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Please Take This Personal I CANT HELP NOBODY NOMO TILL IM DONE HELPING ME✋? - AIDEN KIRCHNER
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