“I will stand firm and tall like the sunflower and away from the line of damage.”

I am not a duplicate multiple soul, rather a unique rare blooming nurturer, so never compare me with other precious souls.

She was his laughter, that filled the air passages with freedom of living, his creator of smiles.

She is a self critic but in a positive manner that doesn’t let the warrior within her get demotivated and sad.

I am a canvas, that I design with colors of identity to madness filled masterpiece of worthiness.

There are those, whose existence drains your life, so never let them rule you.

She spills the oceans of words and feelings on the pages of earth, transforming it into the green blooming planet.

The sunset on the beach, calls to her, opens your aura, and releases the power of peace in the air.

His palm held the tear, that had tore him down into shards.

The art to breathe and smile despite the pressure of anxiety, takes courage and power, keep appreciating yourself.

The pearls on her wrist, giving out the green light of emerald nurturing, sparks the flame of life in his eyes.

Her dreams, visions, and goals were in love with her, they beautifully came to life.

Smile and let the one whose existence sparks you, be the generator of your precious curving of the mouth.

You make my life meaningful, she smiled at the woman looking at her in the mirror.

Her delicate shoulders held mountains of pressure but her soul was far more strong than the depth-filled ocean.

Health is a wealth that is irreplaceable and we only realize its value when it starts failing.

She touched the curves of letters that made art on her paper, knowing too well that they will give shape to the smiles of her admirers.

I am not stupid. I am a very bright guy. I know that in the fighting game, you get people who get brain damage and do themselves long-term harm.

The Government’s first priority on coming to office was to secure long-term economic stability and put an end to the damaging cycle of boom and bust.

Since then they have occurred more often, and 2008 was the most damaging of them all to date.

Drawing an object that has a certain amount of wear and tear or rust; or a tree that is damaged.

What if I told you your damage doesn’t define you and the way you survive is no one’s damned business?

Pain or damage don’t end the world.

Your body is not a first aid kit for broken people and damaged souls and hearts that are too tired to fix themselves.

Did you really think she was a tender flower you could trample upon, and damage her very soul? She is wildfire. And she is coming to devour you whole.