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A day without Dad: Getting through misery on Father’s Day

Being fatherless at any time can be harsh.However, it's fascinating how a commercially-driven calendar event can hammer home feelings that may otherwise remain under the surface. Welcome cards, TV promotions and online media takes care of disclose to us how we should feel on Father's Day. Joy. Festivity. Harmony. Yet, in the event that you've lost your dad or you're a dad who's lost a youngster, you probably won't go through the day playing catch or wrapping up ties and socks. Rather, Father's Day can be a brutal token of your sorrow. As Father's Day draws near, lots of people…

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I thought you were mine

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I Thought you were mine Sedentary by the river, Visualizing through my deliberation, I wonder what has happened. What has caused this distance? I thought you were mine, only mine. I let down the walls I formed to shield my heart. I dream there's no tomorrow; But the memory lives on. At the moment, the past swelled up to my faith. In a split second, My tears veiled by the rain, Hidden by all, alone with my aching. The year is silent. It just chooses to leave, The unknowing smile is no longer pleasing. Love is full of pain, Blood…

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I shouldn’t be spared

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I shouldn't be spared Who am I? Who am I attempting to be? Not myself, anyone but myself.. Living in a nightmare to cover the truth, Making myself the undisclosed, A strong pretense concealing the misery. Empty, but beyond the point of emptiness, Full to a ridge with fake confidence,, A guard that will never be wrecked, Since I broke quite a while back. I'm harming yet don't tell anybody. Nobody has to know. Try not to appear or you've fizzled. Always okay, always fine, always on show.. The show must go on. It will never stop. The show must…

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Life was not all ashes

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Life was not all ashesRinrainbow Life was not all ashesLife was not all ashes, yet it was lavished spreading ashHow could I have portrayed the hardships I grieved trying to get to you?The day conceded away in the wake of someone's reminiscenceTwilight arrived, and passed away showing just a dream.The momentary years kept longing for better times.The time was such that I passed away bearing with your whims.The life which has the delight ofhaving you predestinedHe knows how to fulfil promises, so I held on to you.Over there, life is, but, another name for inebriation.And I walked a long distance…

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The creation of the universe is the answer to every question

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The creation of the universeRinrianbow I set out with my wings open wide,I am tired of soothing my heartWhy do fire and misery burn my chest?Peace its not just an expression, this potential is ultimate,The creation of the universe is the answer to every question.Do not duplicate first love,Do not worship yourself.Give love to people,Only the one lord has right on love.Oh, dear, there is no true love in this universe.Enough of the name, Peace has taken orbit. My heart breaks every day, and I fix it every day.I open this bag of hope every dayThere is love, and the sight…

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Exhaustion is exhaustive

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Exhaustion is exhaustive My mind is in a prison, I am independent in the eyes of society. A defeated soldier in my own eyes, I have no good evil in my hands. Today, my own will depends on the willingness of others, What did I think, Did I know. This is the story of a prisoner's life, This is my writing today, Exhaustion is exhaustive in all mixes!! I think maybe one day I will see the light of the new day, The tide will come in its turbulent moment, But dreams are selfish. From a distance,…

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My heart is so mechanical insane

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My heart is so mechanical, the impatient soul is an idiot, how much it loves you, it didn't understand itself. Now someone makes an illustration for this throbbing of the heart. so that it gets that rain of love that drenches it completely. My heart is so mechanical insane what such consequence was there of being with you, I don't know, that there was no sense left in me. my words mystified on my tongue, but couldn't get spoken. In my heartbeat, there is your name alone, and the eyes give this message too. It's all the effect…

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Hear the voices of my broken heart

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Hear the voices of my broken heart I want to spend every moment with you, Decorated you with your gifts. The heart needs to reveal to you how much, Indeed, my life is with you, My Love won't be less for you. Hear the voices of my broken heart, The desire I had. I dream I couldn't fulfill it. Not in my fortune that was I didn't get it, I have no complaints against anyone. Hear the voices of my broken heart, I mourn with the pain that you went away, And are not coming back to me yet. Follow…

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The bondage of darkness

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The bondage of darkness In the hurry of time, in the pain of lies The human body is frozen behind the unseen dream, keeping the chains on fire My self will not find in the reflection of light in the thick of society My love for you in the shadow like the touch of hellfire, I am the destroyer, I am rebellious, I am the part of flames Looking for the last piece of a sheltered mixed cast in the shape of your grief! Written by Fluffy Panda

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The emptiness in my eyes secret

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The emptiness in my eyes secretRinrainbow The emptiness in my eyesHow could I be so misplacedIn a place I know so well?Clouds of roar, pouring rain,The hurt I feel, the throbbing pain. Saying I'm fine when I'm anything but.This ache always hits my soul and rips at my gut.Emotional soreness walks with me through the day,and sleeps with me through the night,leaving me depleted with no strength to fight.Escape, I want to dig myself out,filled with misery, filled with hesitation.The dark beneath my skin,The emptiness in my eyes,The blood in my sweat,And my cold breath.I wish that I could show youHow…

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