⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⢀⣀⣀⣀⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⢀⡔⠩⢞⢋⠖⠢⡄
⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⡠⢄⣀⣀⠤⠤⠤⡎⠄⢀⠴⡆⢀⣀⢤⠐⢱⠃⠙⣞⣳⣺⣿⠘
⠄⠄⠄⣤⢤⣎⣠⣧⢕⣵⣾⣿⣿⣿⣷⣮⣦⣏⡺⢅⣵⣿⢰⣿⣿⣶⣝⡿⠣⡜
⠄⠄⢰⣤⣿⣿⣿⡟⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣭⣟⠿⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⠄⡷⠄
⠄⣯⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡪⠷⣾⣭⢻⠏⠄⠄⠄
⠄⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⢀⡼⡫⠏⠄⠄⠄⠄
⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿💋⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠈⢅⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄
⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⢏⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⢈⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄
⠄⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⡆⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡰⠋⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄
⠄⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄
⠄⠄⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷ ⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏

Hear that lonesome whippoorwill
He sounds too blue to fly
The midnight train is whining low
I'm so lonesome I could cry

I've never seen a night so long
When time goes crawling by
The moon just went behind the clouds
To hide its face and cry

Did you ever see a robin weep
When leaves begin to die
That means he's lost the will to live
I'm so lonesome I could cry

The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple sky
And as I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome I could cry
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Every day is a silent fight. Not with others—but with yourself. Against fear, pressure, routine, emptiness. They tell you who to be, how to act, what success looks like. And slowly, without noticing, you stop living your own life. You wear a mask, follow the crowd, and call it normal.

But deep inside, something feels off. Like your soul’s being buried.

You don’t need to escape the world—you need to return to yourself. Step away. Turn off the noise. Go somewhere quiet. Think. Feel. Breathe.

This life won’t wait. It moves fast. You blink—and years are gone.

So fight.
Not to impress.
Not to fit in.
Fight to stay real.
Fight to protect your mind, your heart, your purpose.

That’s the only fight that matters.

fire mate

hii

udidesi gey zvigeni