Tufan2fan

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All of me 🔅 🔅 🧡 💛 💙

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A body without a soul is but a drifting shell in the wind—eyes open, yet blind; steps moving, yet without direction. A silent echo of a presence that no longer exists. — The Writer of the Soulless Body

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My voice is silent, My scream unseen, A storm within, Yet outside—serene.

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Maybe the scream trapped inside us looks like this—silent, yet full of pain. Gn

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Like a whisper in the wind, art carries the soul’s deepest echoes—silent yet eternal. 🎨✨

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Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day. Rage, rage against the dying of the light." — Dylan Thomas Gn

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The Endless Road The road stretches far beyond the horizon, an endless path of mystery and discovery. With every step, new challenges arise, yet so do new possibilities. There is no final destination—only the journey itself, shaping who we become along the way.

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Cigarette after cigarette… Each drag, an unspoken pact with a fleeting moment. Each wisp of smoke, a shadow of thoughts dissolving into the void. Sometimes, a man seeks the meaning of existence in the quiet burn of a cigarette—only to find nothing but ashes

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Like a pencil sketch, rough and bare, Smoke curls softly in the air. Days fade slow, yet none feel new, Cigarette after cigarette, nothing to do.

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For days, I’ve felt like this pencil sketch... Unfinished, simple, and cigarette after cigarette.

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