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What are we in this life What are we in this life What are we in this life What are we in this life What are we in this life What are we in this life Each time I attend a burial, it only leaves me with one big  question, "what are we in this life?"  And I ask again, what are we in this life? At times, I meet people boasting on the road. "Do you know who I am?" This might just be a lawyer. if I may ask do you leave this world with those certificate? So my brother you are just sand and dust and to it you must go back, so everything you must have acquired on this earth remains invalid. A hymn in Anglican church reminds me of something, "we can only be remembered by what we have done" we can only be remembered by the legacy we leave behind and not what we are because we are just dust. All the prides of life has no where to take us, those mansion with will be acquired by others, not just others but who we don't know when we are gone. Oh man why so arro

Where are the real ones! Two,  three,let's start again. Always the same process again and again. Always feels like a rerun. Connect, realize they are fake, disconnect Only to connect again, realize they are fake again, disconnect again. I wonder when this cycle of attaching and detaching will end. Will it ever? I guess the answer is never. Isn't there just one person Who I will feel is not a betrayer, Who I will feel is realYet loving the realism. I mean, will I ever find In anyone, honesty, When it comes to the words, "I care for you." Won't the next friend Or the Next lover Be a lie again. Will I and the right one Ever cross paths? The odds scream, "nay!" Will I ever meet people of my own kind. The odds still scream the same thing. Good guy, go on dream about this thing, As if you're going to get any of it When you, with absoluteness, know you won't. I just fight the fight, Knowing someone's won it. Still, I won't lose hope, I'll wa

Breeze breath. Walking down the road, I feel done and dead. I feel disconnected My mind, my legs My hands, my stomach And my heart All in different places. Suddenly, a cool breeze hits me. Wow, it does mollify me It does sooth me to some extent. Only if we breathed that, Take a deep breath and you will understand. Air so cool and comforting. I know, no one ever took notice of that. I'm better now. Though just a bit down, I know, if it keeps on this way, Eventually I'll be completely fine. Just one more or a couple more Deep breaths and I'll be fine. ©obrianmazunda

Light as a feather. She should have run She should have left sooner As she listened to the sweet voice of Madonna Her heart still ached for his touch For his caress And for the man she thought he was. They told her that he would be her ruin He would be an addiction that she couldn't escape After all, the road to hell is paved with good intentions That much she knew But she had fallen into darkness And at the instant she knew She ceased to know. She wept in silence Not because of her lack of common sense Not because of her pain But because she was trapped In the confines of her heart That, which was supposed to be her sanctuary Became her dungeon and her obituary. As she took the blade to her ebony wrists She paused for a moment Contemplating; thinking about her actions Watching all the happy memories flash before her eyes. Neck deep in the waters of her bathtub She released a heart-wrenching wail A guttural sob Which pierced through the stale air. Finally, she slit Gazed on as the

Lonely and Alone I'm lonely and alone. The only time when I feel great I will be with someone Though I know that all days Nobody wants me I keep hoping that Someone out there will love or loves me I hate knowing Nobody sees the inner charm in me I walk out there wishing To be noticed. I'm afraid To be "the misunderstood " I'm always Trying not to be rude I'm always Pushing people away When I'm Left alone All I want is to be Someone else I wouldn't even want to be with  [Now read from the bottom] ©obrianmazunda

ODE TO LIFE Life, it still confuses me Why are we alive? Life was given to me Should that make me lucky We should be thankful to the gift of life But sometimes I feel life should be thankful to us Life lives off our fears and sadness Our Joys and happiness Our sorrows and Thanksgiving We feel that we feed from life But maybe life feeds from us Maybe we make life live Maybe we give life to life Just maybe, we are the reason life exists © Maracci

 I had Loved you  Beneath my every Brokenness I had loved you Not minding the hurts I felt from the edges you possessed You wanted me to bleed , My heart bled for you while gushing out pain You wanted me to leave my heart at the door and never request for honesty even when we did what lovers do Beneath my darkness I had loved you Not minding you had no light for tomorrow You wanted me to care less for tomorrow Tomorrow is so dark with tears blinding my eyes Beneath my every weakness I had loved you Not minding you were a weak and not worthy to be compared to the weakest vessel You wanted me claiming me to be my strength I'm still fallen You were Broke You were Dark You were Weak Beneath it all, I had loved you The scars of your love left me in my Brokenness The scars of your love left me in my Darkness The scars of your love left me in my Weakness Beneath it all,I still Love you.  🖤™🖋

Martin Martino: The Lion's Throne ×× prologue ×× Some people are very lucky to have a normal life while some are not. I was a happy little girl living with my family,and just one night change my life forever. I was trained to be an assassin, I was trained hard for that. leagues of Assassin is a place where someone life means nothing A place where power and authority speaks more than words. But I was given a second chance to live. Everyday I struggle to survive. The leagues of assassin live by many principles and rules. Rule number one, never fall in love I was trained to be an hardhearted assassin. Rule number two, never show your weakness to others, because it may be used against you. And rule number three. Kill without mercy. Welcome to leagues of Assassin. {Chapter 1} ANITA'S POV Anita!! Ani!! Oh not again, I said as I stopped playing with my friends to answer my mother's call. Am Anita, by two I would be eighteen years old. Am the only child of my parent. I and my pa