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“Society is broken The one who tells you, You are not beautiful Is broken The one who cannot See the good in you Is broken The one who cannot Cheer you up but, Instead plays with Your heart is broken! They are all broken Don’t break yourself for any!”

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“They tell you That the world will love you back If you love yourself enough I am sorry to say It doesn’t really work in that way Know your worth When someone treats you like You are ordinary Know your worth When he fails to appreciate you Know your worth When he tells you that He no longer needs you Know your worth When she cannot love you fully Know your worth They tell you That the world will love you back If you love yourself enough I am sorry to say It doesn’t really work in that way”

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“When I give, It doesn’t come with expectations. It doesn’t happen, With terms and conditions. When I give, I don’t expect you To give back more. When I give, I just give and keep giving more For, I value you For, I want us to be happy For, I care about the little things For, I want you to feel ‘special’ I give, for, I actually Have this habit of giving But, the moment I decide to leave I make sure that I do it And then, Though you come back and promise To bring the moon, the sun and All the stars in the sky above I don’t return . . . I don’t return . . . I don’t return . . .”

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“I fell in love with you For once, twice, thrice and A thousand million times From the time I know you I waited for you like How the sky waits for the moon The moon arrives every night But you are nowhere Near my sight Holding the Broken pieces Of my heart I longed for you Now, my words are angry With your silence Holding the Broken pieces Of my heart I am leaving you Though I fell in love with you For once, twice, thrice and A thousand million times From the time I know you”

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“This day, I want you to question yourself, “How can the one Who never understood The meaning of your words Can understand The power of your silence?” This day, I want you to question yourself, “How can the one Who never stood for you Can stand with you In the future?” This day, I want you to question yourself, “How can the one Who left you in the silence The one, Who never calmed you down The one, Who said you are not strong The one, Who heard your trembling voice, Saw your crying face And still left you always… Will he keep you happy?”

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“Don’t forget to raise your voice when their words hurt your soul. Don’t forget to shove, when they try to hush you. If every time you look at yourself, and all that you can see is the ruined mascara, dry lips and burning eyes Girl, that’s the proof for you to pack your bags and leave. If they bury you with the roses and burn you alive with their words Girl, that’s the proof for you to pack your bags and leave. Don’t forget to raise your voice when their words hurt your soul. Don’t forget to shove, when they try to hush you.”

InspirationalMotivationalPoetryPoemLifelessonsWordsofwisdomFreeverse
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“Ce que je voudrais, disait Lucien, c’est raconter l’histoire, non point d’un person-nage, mais d’un endroit – tiens, par exemple, d’une allée de jardin, comme celle-ci, raconter ce qui s’y passe – depuis le matin jusqu’au soir. Il y viendrait d’abord des bonnes d’enfants, des nourrices, avec des rubans… Non, non… d’abord des gens tout gris, sans sexe ni âge, pour balayer l’allée, arroser l’herbe, changer les fleurs enfin la scène et le décor avant l’ouverture des grilles tu comprends ? Alors l’entrée des nourrices. Des mioches font des pâtés de sable, se chamaillent ; les bonnes les giflent. Ensuite il y a la sortie des petites classes – et puis les ouvrières. Il y a des pauvres qui viennent manger sur un banc. Plus tard des jeunes gens qui se cher-chent ; d’autres qui se fuient ; d’autres qui s’isolent, des rêveurs. Et puis la foule, au moment de la musique et de la sortie des magasins. Des étudiants, comme à présent. Le soir, des amants qui s’embrassent ; d’autres qui se quittent en pleurant. Enfin, à la tombée du jour, un vieux couple… Et, tout à coup, un roulement de tambour ; on ferme. Tout le monde sort. La pièce est finie. Tu comprends : quelque chose qui donnerait l’impression de la fin de tout, de la mort… mais sans parler de la mort, naturellement.”

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