No one can tell what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become.

Reality is an absolute, existence is an absolute, a speck of dust is an absolute and so is a human life. Whether you live or die is an absolute. Whether you have a piece of bread or not, is an absolute. Whether you eat your bread or see it vanish into a looter’s stomach, is an absolute.

High School is the place where poetry goes to die.

A true smile unlocks the hearts chained by sorrow and grief. Smile, so that a captive of sorrow and grief gets freedom due to your smile.

Written By Muhammad Hanzla

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