THE NO IS ALL

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THE NO IS ALL

Written by:
Toba

THE NO IS ALL

Written by:
Toba

THE NO IS ALL

by Kelechi Kalu

Sadder words in pen or verse, none more so than what if. So we do, we dare. What happens when we fail?

No is not the end. Life goes on. But in that moment and the moments to come, No is all there is. Resounding. Permanent. Your mirror reflection that you can’t help but see everywhere.

All memory becomes more precious because of that beautiful pain of rejection. Why must true art come at such a cruel price?

For now, No is all. Nothing else is. Nothing else is real.

THE NO IS ALL

THE NO IS ALL

by Kelechi Kalu

Sadder words in pen or verse, none more so than what if. So we do, we dare. What happens when we fail?

No is not the end. Life goes on. But in that moment and the moments to come, No is all there is. Resounding. Permanent. Your mirror reflection that you can’t help but see everywhere.

All memory becomes more precious because of that beautiful pain of rejection. Why must true art come at such a cruel price?

For now, No is all. Nothing else is. Nothing else is real.

THE NO IS ALL

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THE NO IS ALL

by Kelechi Kalu

Sadder words in pen or verse, none more so than what if. So we do, we dare. What happens when we fail?

No is not the end. Life goes on. But in that moment and the moments to come, No is all there is. Resounding. Permanent. Your mirror reflection that you can’t help but see everywhere.

All memory becomes more precious because of that beautiful pain of rejection. Why must true art come at such a cruel price?

For now, No is all. Nothing else is. Nothing else is real.

THE NO IS ALL

THE NO IS ALL

by Kelechi Kalu

Sadder words in pen or verse, none more so than what if. So we do, we dare. What happens when we fail?

No is not the end. Life goes on. But in that moment and the moments to come, No is all there is. Resounding. Permanent. Your mirror reflection that you can’t help but see everywhere.

All memory becomes more precious because of that beautiful pain of rejection. Why must true art come at such a cruel price?

For now, No is all. Nothing else is. Nothing else is real.

THE NO IS ALL

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THE NO IS ALL

by Kelechi Kalu

Sadder words in pen or verse, none more so than what if. So we do, we dare. What happens when we fail?

No is not the end. Life goes on. But in that moment and the moments to come, No is all there is. Resounding. Permanent. Your mirror reflection that you can’t help but see everywhere.

All memory becomes more precious because of that beautiful pain of rejection. Why must true art come at such a cruel price?

For now, No is all. Nothing else is. Nothing else is real.

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THE NO IS ALL

THE NO IS ALL

THE NO IS ALL

by Kelechi Kalu

Sadder words in pen or verse, none more so than what if. So we do, we dare. What happens when we fail?

No is not the end. Life goes on. But in that moment and the moments to come, No is all there is. Resounding. Permanent. Your mirror reflection that you can’t help but see everywhere.

All memory becomes more precious because of that beautiful pain of rejection. Why must true art come at such a cruel price?

For now, No is all. Nothing else is. Nothing else is real.

People

THE NO IS ALL

THE NO IS ALL

by Kelechi Kalu

Sadder words in pen or verse, none more so than what if. So we do, we dare. What happens when we fail?

No is not the end. Life goes on. But in that moment and the moments to come, No is all there is. Resounding. Permanent. Your mirror reflection that you can’t help but see everywhere.

All memory becomes more precious because of that beautiful pain of rejection. Why must true art come at such a cruel price?

For now, No is all. Nothing else is. Nothing else is real.

THE NO IS ALL

THE NO IS ALL

by Kelechi Kalu

Sadder words in pen or verse, none more so than what if. So we do, we dare. What happens when we fail?

No is not the end. Life goes on. But in that moment and the moments to come, No is all there is. Resounding. Permanent. Your mirror reflection that you can’t help but see everywhere.

All memory becomes more precious because of that beautiful pain of rejection. Why must true art come at such a cruel price?

For now, No is all. Nothing else is. Nothing else is real.

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