 “I can’t take it anymore.
I feel awful. I think I am going crazy. There is no help for me. My life has no meaning.”
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 Our memory is tricky. Often, my parents tell me sweet stories from when I was little. I love the stories, but I don’t remember them. Sometimes I feel as though they imagine these events. Still, some things will remain in our minds no matter how old we grow—certain happenings from our youth that left a mark on us.
 You’re in love. You feel butterflies, and every cell of your body breathes for your loved one. Life has a new meaning. You don’t need anything other than the one you love. You generously express deep feelings of love for each other, and pure happiness radiates all around.
 “Oh, no! Tomorrow is Monday again, and I don’t feel like going to work.”
“I hate Mondays.” “I hate my alarm clock. I wish to discover a way to live without being a slave to it. I wish I could sleep every night for as long as possible.” “My working day passes so slowly. I can’t wait for it to end.” “Thank God it is Friday!” “Why do weekends fly by so quickly?” “I need a holiday. |
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Poetry corner: "In hope of a world, that does not celebrate the fake & the cold In hope of a world where true emotions can be uphold In hope of a world where truth is told In hope of the world where sugar coated abuses are not sold In hope of a world that does not force you to fit in & fold In hope of a world where tears are allowed to unfold You are not told to fake happy when your heart can no longer hold In the hope of a world that doesn’t go numb & cold, While faking positivity & not being bold In hope of that world where you & I can be true to our core We are not judged for being human And not expected to be a bot, running on a computer code Let the beauty of true emotions and the warmth of real unfold Sweet, sour, bitter, happy, sad, high, low, cold Sincere bonds and true connects Let us not turn the world into a fake emotion(less) zone" by Vanashree Yadav |
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