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Being an empath can be draining. To feel people's emotions and to understand how they feel.

To be able to put up a wall between you and those feelings is a use of energy in itself so you feel so incredibly drained and burnt out you don't know why it doesn't make sense. Until you take a break from everything

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When I think about writing, I think about the endless possibility and how it could one day affect my life in such a beautiful positive way.

But then when I sit down and actually start to write it's different and I become blocked. I start to wander that if using a character is a good idea or perhaps I should imagen it as myself?

That way I could truly carry on with it and get my story written rather than hiding behind a fictional person.

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It's funny how the simple topic of money can be such a powerful down fall when you become self employed.

At first you can't help but feel useless and such a idiot for not saving sooner and by not making sure that you had enough for the future.

At this moment in time that's exactly how I feel, not being able to make sure I have enough for the simple things and I feel like I'm a failier. It's all well and good me wanting to focus on my writing career but at the same time how an I meant to if I can't make money from it?

If anyone had any ideas I'd love to hear them

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Does anyone have any ideas on how I could set up my own buisness? Thought about a cafe but renting a building would be expensive.

I am stuck for ideas but I want to start selling things to make money.

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For the first time in a very long time I now have the opportunity to work for myself. Yet although I may have plenty of ideas I still have no clue as to how I will make enough money to get by.

I have a wanting to drive but how I'm going to be able to do it is another story entirely.

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If you love the paranormal but don't have people to talk about it with then come join me

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Open enough I wonder if there are truly spirits that walk beside us, to guide us and to share the knowledge that they once learnt. As I sit on my sofa I often feel a presence next to me, a child who has seen time fly past and with each moment they live the time in their world, they see us life the time in ours.

It fascinates me, to know that there is more to our contiousness than science likes to admit. It takes phycolagy to recognise there could be such a thing.

If anyone has stories or paranormal activity they would like to share and dicuss, I have a group chat and I would love to share and talk about these different and wonderful things.

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If you love the paranormal but don't have people to talk about it with then come join me

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She stared at her little bundle of joy, it was true what they say. Giving birth is like falling in love with your blind date. You never know what to expect and for nine whole moths you count down the day, the day your beautiful creation comes into the world.

All Alia could do was to stare in aww of her own pride and joy, wandering if her child would one day face this moment for themselves. Machine's bleeping and people talking as natural light burst through the window. Non of these things matterd to Alia all she felt was pride, she didn't care that her hijab was slipping down, she didn't care that her mother in law was impatient to see the child. All she cared about was making sure her perfect angle was healthy, as she stared down at their caramel skin caressing their small head gently rubbing her thumb over their hair.

This was it .... this was where the real adventure began.

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Space, an endless entity where we dream to travel one day in hopes to bask in its glory and explore undiscovered planets in hopes to find life. This only but a dream to many as centres from now it may become possible, light brushes past a window of a seller ship. Destination ... Unknown.

She stands there in curiosity and awe of everything her ancestors hoped to understand, as she takes her place to become a galactic officer. First of her kind of the Endaren race, fighting her way for a second chance.

Many like her were the first from their culture to embark on such journey, sat next to her appeared to be another species though to what she was unsure. All she could think of was how beautiful they were and despite all instincts she turned to them, opening her language translator and introduced herself. There disbite all nerves she couldn't help but fall for this new humanoid, everything felt strange as though it had all meant to be. Her grey glazed eyes scanned every inch of their body as her mind runs wild.

Colours flow past the window as they reach their designed destination, conversation emanated the air as their hands began brushing against each others.

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There amongst clouds she rested as her long copper hair sprawled out around her, heat emanating from the sun's rays leaving her pale skin kissed by light.

With each breath her heart slowed, relaxation finally taking over. Trees swayed and birds sang nothing felt more perfect than that moment. The birds song was so soft and synchronised it lulled her to sleep as a gentle hand ran it's fingers through her hair.

Mother nature looked to the world and saw what mankind had done, she couldn't help but feel sad. Until one gentle group set out to fix it all, one step at a time, they paid it forward with each person planting trees and flowers and cleaning up their ways.

Once again mother nature knew her hard work was in good hands.

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Lower your heads and rase your sword for today we proclame it is May the 4th

Be at one with the force as today we bring peace we know now it had always meant to be.

May the 4th bring peace and tranquility, raise your heads and bring down your swords. The fight is done and the war is won.

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Bubbles floated to the surface as light reflected through the waves like music, tranquility soothed those that had chaos running through their minds. As I look towards the ocean wandering, searching, for the chance I just might...

Seads of doubt planted in my brain in the hope I was right, could there really be a possibility it's true? With many ancient texts and many hushed words, there amongst the coral an untouched wooden chest coated in algi lay. As though it had not been touched by the hads of man for a long time, it's golden outline danced through ripples of water. Gently as not to disturb the fine paint along it's dark wood I brushed away the green coating.

On it's front as I peered closer remembering to take a breath from my oxygen tank, was the crest of Black Beard himself. This could only mean one thing.

My breath shallow, my heart raced as my crystal blue eyes glowed finding it hard to catch my breath. It was true, the proficy ....

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Winds whistled as doors creaked, a storm was vast approaching. Nothing compared to this kind of weather as the temperatures dropped and people coward underground to protect what they heald dear.

Mama sat crying as Abuela sang her gentle song, passing the time was all we could do. Papa held us tight as we held on to one another, hoping, just hoping that we would get through it alive. Mama always hated the storm shelter, she would always say that nothing good came when we were forced down here.

We knew mama had a hard time adjusting after the war, what we didn't realise was how much she struggled. Often when storms hit we would have to wrap her in a blanket like a burrito just so she knew she was safe.

Winds grew louder as Abuela continued her song, comfort that brought peace to our family as it passed down generations. Some would say it was the work of magic, mi hermana would say it was just a chance of faith.

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Tick ... tock ... tick... tock, each second went by as though time had slowed to a single moment. Strangers walked by with their minds else where as noises muffled.

Their piercing green eyes looking round their surroundings unable to make sense of another standing infront of them. It seemed all confusing to them, they had no idea what was happening.

They pulled out a pen and paper pad from their bag to begin writing.

' I am sorry, I am deaf and use sign language to communicate. Please write what you are trying to say' confusion showed in the eyes of the stranger, not before long all made sense. All they wanted was to take their food order. They laughed, funny what magic a piece of paper could bring.

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Trees whistled as the breeze drifts in many directions, he stumbled trying to stay on his feet yet for some reason it remained almost impossible. His feet dragged, knees scraped as blood trickled from his arm. Was he drugged? It must have been that woman...

Everything become blured, colours drifted and shifted as natural light danced before his eyes, was he going crazy?

Nothing made sense why would someone poison him? It wasn't like he was the Lady Manors secret male mistress. Or was it...