The Beauty of Broken Things
“How did you become so fearless?” “Do you have a vase? Imagine you do — an antique one. Beautiful. Expensive….
You Still Matter
The people who left you left because they didn’t want to stay. If they wanted to, they would have tried….
Start With Yourself
I can’t change the world. So I’m trying to change myself. We often think about fixing the world, the country,…
Paused By Purpose
Failures work like a pause. They give you a chance to momentarily stop and think about your life and act….
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Vogue World
The outer world feels like a dream, blurry and vague. The vehicles running on the roads, the busy people, and the stubborn buildings all feel unreal. Sometimes I feel unsure about my surroundings, as if I’ll wake up at any moment and everything will disappear in front of my eyes.…
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The Fall of Faith
You fall in love when you have faith in someone, when you believe they’ll catch you. And when they do, it doesn’t hurt. Falling in love never hurts. But when they don’t… It hurts so deeply that you start fearing the fall itself. Also Read:
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Between Happy and Sad
Remember when you were happy? Everything in your life was going well. You never thought your life could turn upside down, ending up here. When everything was great, you didn’t give much thought to people, relationships, decisions, or beliefs. But now that you’re not as happy as you were, all…
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Almost Loved
I know it’s almost impossible for someone to fall in love with the way I think instead of the way I look. It’s almost impossible for someone to wait patiently until I feel safe enough to open up. It’s almost impossible for someone to reach beyond the walls I’ve built…
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Summer Night Sadness
On a sad summer night, beneath the moon’s soft glow, Something stirs within, a feeling hard to outgrow. In my chest, a heaviness, like a burden I bear, It weighs me down, fills the warm night air. Tears trickle down, in the quiet of the night, Each drop a silent…
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The Cloud of Happy Rain
In my mind, memories gather like a cloud, And happiness falls gently, like rain, not too loud. Each memory a treasure, amidst the crowd, In my brain, they float, in a joyous shroud. Laughter and smiles, in every drop contained, Moments of joy, in my thoughts, they’re ingrained. They shimmer…