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Life’s length is no longer A surprise It’s all studied It’s all well defined Love yourself To live long life To not die young For guilt kills your desire To laugh To shine Love yourself is prime To life Is right for life! Come join me in force Don’t yourself hold What you call as life I do not scroll low I think life is dynamic Life is rich by itself Even when alone Life doesn’t ask for season Fruits some are there No matter the weather You too smile Your smile is adored I love you matters less You love self-more You love yourself more

I SING IN THE SHOWER. When I’m working, I talk to myself. Sometimes, I forget to bathe. That makes me weird. The guy sitting next to me, racing my car through a security gate and a hail of gunfire, is fucking crazy with a capital Fuck. “You okay?” he asks again. “They shot at us.” I still can’t believe it. I thought the guard would help me. He didn’t even flinch as he pointed the gun at my face. I guess he thought I was colluding with Crazy Man.

Then I put my lips close to your ear and I told you in your sleep, “I love you very much. And it is because I love you that I have to let you go. And if by some miracle you find your way back to me…then I promise you. I will hold on to you…and never let you go anymore.” I want you to know that I will be okay, Justin. You don’t have to worry about me not being able to get through this. You’ve taught me how to love myself, you taught me how to be stronger. Don’t think about hurting me by embracing your destiny. If destiny wills you to be happy with her, then know this. I am the happiest person in the world for you. Because I love you, I cannot be selfish with you. And whatever makes you happy,

I yelled into the pillow again, trying to release all my frustrations into it. "I understand. You just need to be patient with yourself, Rain. You're doing your best and no one is expecting you to get this down today. I am just glad it isn't killing you anymore." He rubbed my arm, giving my shoulder a tight squeeze at the memory of me dying playing in his head.

he says, making me look at him lovingly. I know. I lack a lot of self-love, and the lack of self-love makes me feel guilty for wanting to spoil myself or allowing others to pamper me. This may be a problem, or maybe it won't, but one thing is for sure- I want things to work out between Nate and me. I don't want to think that money differences could be a problem between us. I just want to enjoy our time together and allow our love to grow. Yes- it's cheesy and corny, but that's what I truly want. Genuine-true love.

"Karla, you don't have to sleep with boys to get them to like you." She snorted a burst of laughter. "I don't care if he likes me. I just need him to do what I want." "Baby, that's not how love works." "I don't deserve love. That's been made quite apparent to me by the boys at our school." He pulled her close, his expression going soft, as if he wanted to cry. "My girl, you deserve love just like everyone else, but first you have to love yourself. You have to care enough about yourself to demand that people love you rather than giving them what they want for the moment." He caressed her cheek, cupping it with his hand. "You are an amazing girl, Karla, and you're going to be an amazing woman.

Of believing in unconditional love. It would have been a fatal mistake; she would have been dependent on him for her every happiness. And that would not do. She, Rhea Palmer was a loner. She would now move to New York and make her own life. Her own relationships. Her own friends. No more borrowing; no more dependence.

Chapter 47: Part 2 * Dare to be someone no one ever thought you'd be. Dare to become the best version of yourself. Dare to work on your self-development rather than spending time doing meaningless things. I Dare you! ---- Queenebunoluwa15.* * Happy New month, guys!!! I hope and pray that this new month brings us all, happiness and joy. * At that moment, Perfect by Ed Sheeran began playing in the background. I found a love for me

And he drags a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. "I am doing this for you. For us.....We can't build our future if you continue to live in your past. I want you to get over your fear. I want you to sort out your feelings, Ash. I want you to come back to me as a whole. As mine. People say love can heal every wound. I thought my love will heal your wounds too. But I was wrong. It is your love that you need, angel. Only self-love can heal your wound. And I want you to love yourself. Go back to Springdales. Find yourself and come back to me when you are ready in a true sense of the word.

His voice came out as a hum that soothed my ears, filling me with so much calmness as it made its way through my ear, and into every part of me. “Think of nothing but the beauty of yourself, even when you hate yourself. Force yourself to think of yourself alone, and when you have just you in mind you'll begin to realize you're not that bad after all. It gets easier, I promise, so please love, hold on, and don’t lose sight of yourself.”