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Idk why peoples are rude to peoples who don't even know to make a rude face. let's normalise having round eyes, soft lips to kind peoples.

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*others dreams* : "I'd a dream taming a pterosaurs." "I hunted many Plesiosaurs when I became Aquaman." "Come on guys, I became a Megalosaurs scaring away all species."

*my dreams* has a plate full of wheat dosa with my favourite chutney eats happily in the dream, wake up with smiles and asking mom for the same breakfast.

lol 😂

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why it's so meee? 🖤 Be mine sweetly inside my heart or I'll take away your soul, sucking out from your bone marrow.

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why are you sad? It is because of your eyes I'm a melancholic hope writer.

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I wanted to ask but it feels like begging. I wanted to keep it myself but it feels like self-sabotage and shame.

It is a worse dilemma between not knowing to ask or do not.

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I'm more alive when I'm with you. even though I didn't say you infront of your heart or stand inside your eyes, I'm always in love with you in your most silent ways. I like you see smile at a heart shaped leaf and coloured stone, I feel your legs touching the sea and skin feeling the sweet sun. I see you and write a poem, you're a source of my poetry and livelihood.

—by a silent poet and chaotic heart.

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do you also laugh, thinking the funny moments happened with your friends, in your alone times, get caught by someone seeing you for a long time—and felt embarrassment of this lifetime at all once? 😂

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I tried a lot to be seen. I tried so many years to be seen by just you. when I realised you were blind, my heart looked within me.

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You have no idea how much I try to be so much of myself and yourself to get your eyes and caught by your heart the way my heart held you. this is human love tragedy to say how much we love but never able to feel the way of our words.

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I'm always ready for you, with you.

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"He's the Villian without sins, a saint of past not a sinner with future."

pure villians are green flags yk 👀

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you're the December and I, the January. It has always been my wanning moon like heart trying to reach you to get your love light but you, never reached me. so my moon became darker fading into the night sky.

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I'm a lover. I'm made to love everything and give love to everything. But I'm not made to be loved because I'm a poet.

I love this existence, my presence is a chaos.

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"they write love stories because they are never happen. they write sad stories because it was all that only happened."

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my mom is obessed with flowers. she can go all night speaking how much the sizes of the flowers will fragrance, how many petals signifies colours. I love this conversation with her and I love the way of her obsession on flowers.