Art Of My Life

My own voice makes me feel alive. It gives me warmth. Listening to Music doesn’t give this warmth as singing does. Not able to sing my own or others’ compositions or hum the tunes equates to me not feeling as if I am in my body or feel alive.

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Coconut Sweetheart

You, I must say, are a beauty. I won’t hold my emotions back this time. I don’t care however people may judge me for being this explicit about my feelings. I haven’t met you, but you have become a friend. Before you, after my breakup, whoever I talked to, even my old male friends, seemed to me as deceptive as my ex boyfriend, with a hidden malicious intent somewhere in their hearts, some selfishness. After 6 months, now that feeling has started to fade away and believe it or not, it’s because of you.

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