Literature & Arts
poem, short story
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A searing pulse, a jagged knife, Cutting through the veins of life. It throbs and pounds, it twists, it tears, A torment born from silent prayers. Each breath, a struggle to survive, Time stands still, yet none alive. The clock forgets to mark its way, In this hell where shadows play. The world outside is
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Poem Endure pain like a silent warrior. Overthinking solves nothing at all. Self-reliance is the truest path. Solitude defines the essence of life.
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poem The tree in solemn stillness stands,A lesson wrought by Nature’s hands. The boundless sky, so vast and free,Speaks of dreams of eternity. The bird that soars on wings unbound,Shows joy in freedom’s fleeting sound. The beast, with strength and dedication,Lives life with presence of mind. The fish beneath the silent deep,With calmness and patience
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