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STOP TOLERATING DISRESPECT SIMPLY BECAUSE YOU'RE AFRAID OF LOSING PEOPLE.
When you allow poor treatment, you teach others that it’s acceptable to cross your boundaries. Respect isn’t earned through silence, it’s maintained through self-worth. You don’t lose people by demanding respect; you lose those who were never meant to stay. And that’s not a loss, it’s a necessary release. Protect your peace. Honor your standards. You are not difficult to love, you’re just no…
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I'm writer
a writer, they call me for i write poems and stories i write about my downfalls, my battles and glories.
i bleed on paper, and the pen makes the scars, the scars of the stabs and those of the wars.
i write about my love, imagining my lips as pen, and her body as a page i write poetries ten.
i write about my heartbreaks and the heart that shattered these arent even words but those pieces being scattered.
i write my wishes down my hopes and my prayers, i write the things i wanted to say but i never dared.
i write about my tears, which disappeared being vapours, i write a lot more than you know, but i burned those papers.
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THE RACE THAT NEVER ENDS
Bounded by time,
we bind our minds
rushing, chasing,
as if youth is a deadline,
as if dreams expire
if not achieved fast enough.
Gotta make it young,
or it doesn’t count,
so much that we forget
This is our life.
Achieving is cool,
and not achieving is cool too.
But they won’t tell you that,
will they?
The dark circles, the shaking hands,
the quiet panic behind every breath,
but no one asks if we’re okay.
As long as we perform.
As long as we smile.
But forget your existence
if you stop performing for a while.
We chase approval in pixels
likes, views, numbers
mistaking digital applause
for real connection.
We curate our lives,
crop out the loneliness,
filter out the pain,
while drowning in it offline.
They tell us to be different,
yet expect us to fit in,
to speak up,
but not too loud,
to stand out,
but not in the wrong way.
We measure our worth in numbers
grades, followers, salaries
as if existence itself
needs validation.
And so we run,
exhausted, anxious,
trying to prove ourselves
in a race that never ends.
But how do I tell you?
perfection is a myth,
success has no age limit,
and life is not a competition
but a journey to be lived,
not just survived.
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We measure our worth in numbers
grades, followers, salaries
as if existence itself
needs validation.
And so we run,
exhausted, anxious,
trying to prove ourselves
in a race that never ends.
But how do I tell you?
perfection is a myth,
success has no age limit,
and life is not a competition
but a journey to be lived,
not just survived.
©umclite
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Do you actually want it or do you want others to see that you have it?
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Do not be like
the moon,
which can only
be seen from afar.
But the wind
that gently touches,
and tenderly
caresses my hair.
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15 BENEFITS OF KEEPINGYOUR LIFE PRIVATE. ING – ESP.
Credit Owners// Sir.Calvin Ochieng. Pixabay. Please follow my page for more inspirational quotes and words of wisdom. Thank you & All the best!15 BENEFITS OF KEEPINGYOUR LIFE PRIVATE. ING – ESP.

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What’s the oldest things you’re wearing today? Ahh. That’s my fvcking Dad’s suit
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THAT'S REAL, THATS RARE.
A real woman doesn’t just bring beauty she brings presence, peace, and power. She spoils her man with support, standing beside him in storms, not just sunshine. She believes in his vision, prays over his purpose, and reminds him of who he is when the world tries to make him forget. She spoils him with kindness, not just in how she speaks to him, but in how she carries his heart. She’s gentle…

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No one can escape the weight of their own choices. Each step we take shapes the path beneath us, and no one else can walk it for us. Interfering in another’s reckoning does not lift their burden… it only entangles you in it. Some lessons are meant to be lived, not rescued from. @umclite

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