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<title>Online Blog &#45; Article, Fiction, Write &#45; Read &#45; : Personal Blog</title>
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<title>Mythology Notebook</title>
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<description><![CDATA[ Are you ready to open the doors of the magical world of mythology with me? ]]></description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 05 Jun 2022 23:47:06 +0300</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Nur Bersun</dc:creator>
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<title>What are fossils ?</title>
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<description><![CDATA[ Sometimes we find the remains of plants and animals which lived millions of years ago and have since turned to stone. ]]></description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 02 Jun 2022 00:51:55 +0300</pubDate>
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sometimes we find the remains of plants and animals which lived millions of years ago and have since turned to stone. These remains are called fossils. When the animal died, long, long ago, by drowning, for instance, its body sank to the bottom of the water and gradually layers of sand or silt were deposited over it. Over a period of thousands of years, the silt turned to stone and so did the remains of the animal which were preserved in it. In this way, the fossils of many animals and plants were formed. These fossils can tell us a great deal about life on earth many millions of years ago. There are even some fossils that we burn in our homes to keep warm. These are, of course, in the form of coal. Millions of years ago, whole forests sank down, were covered, and slowly petrified. These ancient tree trunks are now coal. Among the coal that is found in coal mines, there are often numerous animal fossils as well.</p>]]> </content:encoded>
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<title>...till I actually fill that void in me</title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 27 May 2022 23:20:09 +0300</pubDate>
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&rsquo;ve been always wanted to be living for a proper purpose for my entire life. However, unfortunately, I&rsquo;ve never found that kind of purpose, never reached or never held onto that, ever. And maybe, that&rsquo;s why I always felt a <em>void</em> in me. Moreover, I could never properly fill that. Is it my age that was the main problem? Or is it the circumstances that I born into? Is it my family? Is it my friends? Is it the future that I, myself, chose to have? I always asked that kind of questions to myself, those always wandered around in my mind that don&rsquo;t ever leave me alone. Yet, despite to all those questions that keep increasing day by day, I&rsquo;ve never thought that I could be the problem actually, I didn&rsquo;t want to; because I knew that this would be an <em>inextricable</em> disaster. Of course, anyway, I&rsquo;ve never thought that I am totally perfect too, but again I wasn&rsquo;t the reason of that void in me. It wasn&rsquo;t my self/ego, it wasn&rsquo;t my thoughts, it wasn&rsquo;t my feelings that are guilty. That must be something else that I&rsquo;ve never reached, I can&rsquo;t reach. Maybe, if I can prove the real guilty then I can actually get rid of those <em>burdens</em> that don&rsquo;t let me even breath right now. Maybe when I can do that, then it&rsquo;d be the exact moment that I can live thoroughly. But I don&rsquo;t know how to do that and that&rsquo;s why it seems like I must live like this for a long time, <em>till I can actually fill that void in me.</em></p>]]> </content:encoded>
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<title>Do you hear me ?</title>
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<description><![CDATA[ Why am I here? To live, to love, to suffer, or to survive ? ]]></description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 26 May 2022 01:16:37 +0300</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Nur Bersun</dc:creator>
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span data-offset-key="dbfer-0-0">Why am I here? To live, to love, to suffer, or to survive? Why do I need to be heartbroken to love better, who said it's the way of the world. Why do I have to cry till I lost my breath to fake a smile and lie about being okay. Why do I have to hide my inner war instead of screaming out my lungs? Why can't I </span><span class="qualifier"><span data-offset-key="dbfer-1-0">just</span></span><span data-offset-key="dbfer-2-0"> surrender? Why do I have so many questions but no answers at all? Why do I have too many words but no meanings? Why do I have voice if there's no one to hear me out? I'm sick of begging to be understood. Am I too much of a dreamer ? Do I ask for too much ? Why don't you see me, hear me, feel me ? God, what did I do wrong ? Why don't you let me bloom my seeds of my garden. Why do you let my tears flood to drown the soil, my body and soul... Aren't you the one who said only love and change all things ? I swear, I try my best to love but that's still not enough. I swear, I love the sun even if it burns my skin, I love the moon even if I'm scared of the dark. I even tried to love myself, it was the hardest part to see myself while losing the biggest war of my life. Didn't I deserve to win a little bit anymore, my god? Do you hear me ?&nbsp;</span></p>]]> </content:encoded>
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