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When you are in love , you are ready to do everything , no one is ready priorly for love.

Its the yearn which can make us wait for hours , its the pain which dan dislocate our personality.

We weaver to doing things which are against the beliefs of our ownself just in fear to not loose the other one

But is it fair for the other to stop bothering about the discomfort of them partner

Is it fair to just wait and see the tears dropping, waiting unnecessarily in rain and not caring about the sleep of the partner knowing they won’t rest till they hear them say goodnight.

All this crap shit is done in name of love and we teens love to glorify it. Love is not pain as it is made. It is comfort. If there is no comfort there is no love.

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I was fine yesterday , laughing hysterically on stupid jokes and re-laughing on them again while working.

I even quoted my Dad that everything is in mind - we do the same chores , same shit everyday but it's fun when we do it happily and when our mind is at ease.

Today I woke up slightly sad and suddenly it magnified to the next level which bought tears in my eyes. Physically here in the world , no such incident happened , but my mind travelled to a parallel universe where sadness is contagious.

My low enthusiasm attracted a whole lot of bad trip and which swayed my way into an unwanted trauma.

So back to yesterday where I was giggling and was happy and thought that life is good , yet here again I made myself a sad wet wheat bread.

Somehow my mind is to blame. Or tis the life.

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I am here , right now at this window edge,

Reminiscing our walks through your greeny hedge.

This place was my favourite place to be,

Because it took out the very best of me.

But I tried to renounce the place again today,

But everything is displaced without you at the bay.

I certainly enjoyed the moment in calm,

But extra few moments with you would've done no harm.

Now that I am here at this place, simply barging in to find thy peace,

I realised that this was only a house and not the home, you were the missing piece.

As dramatic as it sounds but today it all feels like an empty hole,

Because to me , this wasn't about the place, you were my home.

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To my typical life , I promise to make you extraordinary,

These bruises on my hand will be evolutionary.

The skies which seem dark, dull and cloudy,

I'll carry them with my own sunshine proudly.

The rough times are filthy

And the tough times won't make us guilty.

I'll walk through the horizon ,

Making love to my passion.

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Nobody purges my weakness cause you make me strong like a pillar of universe. Your memories don't poach my reality but also you make me fly in the sky of fantasy.

I love how you order me and I become a golden retriever infront of you, also make me roar as a lion when you want me to.

You look like a pearl in my eye, the tears toll down in sigh. Your sight is the most scenic thing I will ever want to see and never get bored of.

You make me fall in love everyday and the pain that I feel makes my bone chill.

I fear talking to you but look at you fearlessly.

I can't touch you but I want to hug you seamlessly.

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I burn for you

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Happy Birthday Tumblr! ❤️ Xoxoo!

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How much glitter is too much glitter?

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This , right now , in this moment. We all are.

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