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Behind every beautiful there has been some kind of pain. I'm a blogger, writer & there's never a dull moment with me. Welcome to my blog♥☺
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Love Phrases in Puzzle

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Roses are red;

violets are blue;

sugar is sweet, so are you.

There are a couple of love phrases I heard when I was younger such as the one above but while browsing the internet I noticed that the system of attracting a woman through words is different now and interesting. You realize that some of this words can catapult your heart. Like the ones below:

“I could start fires with what I feel for you”

“You are the missing piece I’ve been trying to find”

“I would wait a lifetime to be with you”

“Even my darkness shines for you”

“I fell in love with the world in you”

If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you – A.A Milne

I wish you all the best in your search❤️💘

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Ultimate Day

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To win the game,

just remain in the game.

This is one quote I love to challenge myself with especially on a day like this. The weekend seemed to last forever and I thought it would never end. I watched movies all through and had a pleasant time.

Ultimate Monday

Then I woke up this morning feeling like it was still Sunday. I wonder if there are people out there that sometimes have same feeling. It’s going to be a promising week for everyone that believes it and stay in the game.

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Release From Darkness​

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When love turns sour

the memories become dark

until the bitterness is no longer felt.

When I realized it was time for me to move on, he came back to tell me how bad he felt about the way he treated me; he said he didn’t know how blind he was until he lost me but now he has found me.

I’ve been so agitated about this situation where he “the werewolf” roared away so full of pride with my heart and came back after so long with it in his hands drained of blood and turning black already, and I kept asking myself how to take my heart back from him and put it where it was before.

However, as soon as he left me in pain and despair back then, he also gave me the gift of hatred which I kept well packaged for him. But over time my heart got filled with newness, youthfulness, and love by another and I thrashed the ugly, sealed packaged.

That was when I gave him the beauty of his act written as a poem which held inscribed words of how he led me by his dark side to where I found peace and heart renewal.

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