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“It’s a new year but you don’t feel like a new you Maybe instead you’re ruminating on your lows And beating yourself up for how far you still must go It’s easy to despair when we measure and compare But it’s an illusion It’s trivial, a distraction and meaningless fluff For who you are now is more than enough So, instead of thinking about how far you must run Focus in on how far you have come.”

“She is different...but she is smarter than their sisters... She is the one rose of roses... She is pretty and special flower... It´s a rose of roses She smiles...she take cares about herself...she has pretty voice...she loves herself...she lives forever... It´s a rose of roses...”

“Once we become our own ghosts, we constantly ask how we died and who ultimately killed us— we never recall the moment when everything turned against us, how we drowned in the demands of life. Like someone waking from a dream, suddenly wary-eyed and cold, we finally remember that we haunted others and fled our own souls by imitating their lives nearly perfectly, yet death eventually caught up with us. Somehow, we ask ourselves where everyone else has gone and how nothing ever escaped the mind we now possess.”

“In the hush of the void, where shadows forget their form, I linger, unclaimed by breath or the grave's cold storm. Not alive in the pulse of dawn's fleeting light, Nor dead in the silence of eternal night. Suspended in ether, a whisper without a voice, Where heartbeats echo but offer no choice. Beyond the fire of love, the ice of hate's blade, Emotions unravel, in nothingness fade. Here, endings converge like rivers to sea, No beginnings to chase, no chains to set free. Existence dissolves in the gray in-between, A realm without edges, unseen and unclean. The only path woven through fragments of dream, Is the thread of the limbo, the infinite seam— Where I am the question that answers deny, Forever adrift, where I can't live nor die. - /•|•\ T∆Nv€€π \•|•/”

“Different Reflections by Stewart Stafford Hatred is a many-horned monstrosity, Not one of them contains any sense, No one would mention what colour a horse is, That’s thrown them through a fence. With our fellow humans, it’s different, Race is the first port of call, When the storm of life is already upon us, The safe harbour should welcome us all. So we continue to obsess over surfaces, When the depth lies just beneath, If we could only see different reflections as our own, Victory over intolerance would be complete. © Stewart Stafford, 2021. All rights reserved.”