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I’m getting tired of fighting silent battles

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I think that my problem is I act like I’m fine and everything is okay, even when I know deep down that it’s not. I’m the one who knows where it’s hurting. I also know I’m not like everyone else and everyone else is not like me but still I try so hard to be who I’m not
Heartbroken at 31. It's been six months, and today, I cried so much about it; it still hurts so much, like there is this big hole in my chest. I think I am also very hurt by how everything went. I feel more embarrassed at how it felt like I was begging for love and to be seen, even though I liked him a lot. It just feels like I fell flat on my face. I know I deserve so much better, and it's going to happen for me
I may not be strong enough today but I'm will be stronger tomorrow #art #artsy #words #writer #butterfliesoncanvas #purple #portrait #flyaway #painting #warrior
"Bloom" Mixed Media on canvas 2017 We cannot say that because death is inevitable we stop living. We cannot say that because the road has become harder we turn back. I wither away just so i can bloom more beautifully than the last 🌺🌺🌺 •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• #flowers #handcrafted #handmade #painting #art #conceptual #acrylic #conceptualart #thoughts #feelings #newsprint #painting #creative #decay #wither #bloom #rebirth #growth #evolve #prose #words #poetry #writer #poetsofig

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We are not all going to be here forever Love to the fullest, happiness is free not a caged bird #writer #africanwritters #writercommunity #poetsofig #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #beliver #peacekeeper #tale #story #fate #forgiveness #essay #literature #words #wordporn (at Lagos, Nigeria)
And then she was never so coy Happy Easter all • • • • • #writerscommuity #writer #poetry #africanwritters #poetry #poetsofig #poetsofinstagram #dreamer #thinker #beautifulhearted #thoghts #believer #mysterious #enigma (at Lagos, Nigeria)
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Reborn
I was standing at the edge, Precariously Looking down all the way down, Dangerously I felt the wind at my face Lovingly And the ground coming so close to me So quickly It all ends People would say I was curious to see the bottom Some would say I was pushed by betrayal Others would say I went raven mad And I would laugh No one would know that like a phoenix I wanted only to be reborn From my ashes, from my dust and from my pain To be reborn In a time where there is no you Because old things shall pass.

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Art and poetry sounds like romeo and Juliet đź’‘đź’‘ @nseikpeetim I was inspired Oil on canvas 2017 #inspirational #God #art #warrior #conqueror #nigerianart #oiloncanvas #strongwomen #naijaart #chiroscuro #poetry #motivational #writer #thinker #believer (at Lagos Ikeja)
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Some people believe that every soul is linked….
On this sunny day, in this crowded city I make my way through people more than half of them in a hurry to get to wherever, I bump into one or two persons but not really in the mood to turn and apologize. Who am I? Just a regular girl with a lot of irregular baggage I notice this shop from the corner of my eyes with stuffed teddy bears this makes me smile I had always wanted one I thought to myself just not been privileged enough to be given one by anybody, I grew up too fast I smile a sad smile. I find myself stopping abruptly in my tracks with shock registered all over my face, my action has caused a few passers-by to look at me with unmasked irritation I don’t care. I look back at the shop that caught my attention before and notice a guy, he looks quite familiar where do I know him from? I search my memory, as if on cue he looks my way our eyes meet, I stare and so does he, for how long I cannot say, he smiles a very mischievous smile as if daring me to approach. In that moment my eyes flutter open- a dream I lay on my bed my teacher’s eyes looking down at me very cautious “what did you see” he asks me “I saw him” I replied “I want to go back” I continued but before I can say anything else my teacher stands and exist the room saying as he goes “we do not choose our stories… We choose our roles” what?! I thought we write our own stories…..