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Some pain are bigger than yours, that sometimes it just feels to silly to cry over something that seems too petty.

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Will this ever end? You seem to have a never-ending supply of creative ways to inflict upon me.

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We've been chasing love the way we chase after balloons right after we've let them go. We stumble and fall, but our resolve is relentless. We  hope to catch it before the sun goes down.

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The monsters under your bed were the ones you created inside your head.

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If this life offers just a sliver of justice, I wish that your heart will always be thirsty... Just like how my thirst for you will never be quenched.

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning said, "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways..." And the fingers of the entire populace of this planet will not be enough to list them all down.

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The Mess That Is Me

I write about happiness and love like my heart is as red as the blood that fuels life into it. Funny I should be talking about pain and loneliness when I can barely see in the jet-black darkness that is shrouding me. I have not been clinically diagnosed of anything and my whole system isn’t a fan of consulting a professional. Anyways, I think I’m still functioning just fine. Damn, the only thing making this harder are the voices inside my head. They are restless, needy, hungry... Whatever can mollify them before no longer works, so here I am. Stuck in this endless loop like a tasteless GIF. What a pain.

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Red is the color of poetic rage, folks.

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Up and down Bobbing up and down, will I drown? Up and down Taking the grand staircase down, my pain is my crown. Up and down The sound stolen from my lips, what happened to the sound? And for longer than I can remember, you and I, we went up and down... I guess it's time to leave this town.

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Write. It doesn't have to be something exotic and flamboyant that will bring the mouths of a thousand people into a silent "O" shape. Write. Because why not? There is barely space inside that cage you call your brain, and it is a prison that has the luxury of sending its demons to freedom. Relish in the tingle of satisfaction as they are released. Write. Not because your worth can be measured by the number of your "notes", and not because you want the world trembling at  your feet. Write. You don't have to be verbose. You don't have to worry about grammar and punctuation, or even think about the mightiest synonym to the words that you want to write. Write because you want it. Write because your soul is begging for it. Write because you want to bare your soul...

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Write.

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Long fingers running along my back. These are the marks I'd wear with pride.

Him To Her

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I held you without fear of getting sliced by all the broken pieces of your soul. And when you did wound me, I held you tighter to keep you intact.

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You must have thought your silence will keep everyone's attention off of you, but I see all the beauty you hold... The light that you're giving off is breathtaking...

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Tales From Thursdays: Summer

We laid down on top of the sheets to minimize the sweaty mess we’ve already created. There was a space between us that made me feel hollow and hurt, but you will never know the shitty things you were making me feel. Less than ten minutes ago, we reached the summit together. Clawing at each other, trying to quench the thirst... Trying to fill the emptiness that climbed on our shoulders and burrowed itself inside our chests right after losing the two different wars that we fought in. We gasped for air, and in the sounds that we were making - uneven, erratic,no pattern - I knew that this night would end in an ellipsis. No finality like a period. Not as exciting as an exclamation point. Not as curious as a question mark. The hope of continuation is zilch because this will never be a comma. The two of us - a hot mess. Our connection is only on our naked bodies and that aching place in between our thighs.

But as we get up and get ourselves clothed with the facades that we are so used to wearing, we will be just a messy ending.

Just another silly interlude on a hot summer night.

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It was right after midnight, when everyone in the house except for me lays fast asleep, that tears ran down my face for the first time. I should have asked you 'Why?' three months ago, but I didn't. As I stormed out of the house and out of your life, the things we used to do kept haunting me. I should have asked you 'Why?' But was I prepared to hear the reason why you stepped out of my heart and slipped into hers? Why your toothbrush lies cold in my bathroom, unused for the longest time when I know how obsessed you are with your teeth. I should have asked you 'Why'... But I guess I couldn't.

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You painted oceans Of  beauty right in my heart You are a wonder

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