Don't care about the money after all, the best days were ordinary times.

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Don't care about the money after all, the best days were ordinary times.
All the great words - love, joy, happiness, were just a cocktail of experience in life.
It took me some days to know harmony with life. You, my love, are the end to my despair.
My soul, my mind, my heart. The bleeding parts cauterized, and I stopped being afraid. It is freedom.
I rather had a sudden desire to rush with a wild laugh, and run naked in the rain.
I am coming to life in the lovely universe. Believe me, a slow, spiritual, extraordinary change is going to show in me.
Stop and laugh more.
I am better alone I think, an eclectic coffee table stacked with books, I feel more vulnerable to this than to any lover.
You have been going through hard times for awhile, but it's gonna get better now.
Connect with inner happiness - a fascinating life is a journey of smell, touch, and taste.