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  https://pin.it/6YwPM8J Pen in my hand, words in my heart. A glimmer of love, And dust of hope. In white sheets, I write. A poem not as lovely as a tree. A line about love. A stanza about none. What shall I write? My words do not rhyme. Bulb lights appear, But none still matter. I wrote a poem, just to acknowledge that I write. 

© weheartit Dear younger self, I am your 24 years old self. Not too old, neither too young, but has known the world quite long to understand it. My dear self,  you are at the peak of your youth. You are full of enthusiasm and passion, and I hope that you will treasure this. Because when you are older enough, you'll lose every bit of it. You'll feel lost and unmotivated, but that's okay.  Besides, sometimes it's okay not to be okay. Take your time to find what you have lost even though we only have limited time here on earth. Remember that as long as you are alive, you have as many chances as you can. But my dear self, don't dwell too much on the dark. Find the light. Laugh and Live. Appreciate the sunshine after the rain. Listen to raindrops. It tells you the secrets of the world, and it teaches you how to love. Love even though sometimes it breaks you. Love even though it hurts. Love with a patient and understanding heart. My dear self, it is a marvelous experience...