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why is everything so frustrating now a days.

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💌

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How weird it is to see through people’s mask and let them be… even though it is tiring to entertain and play accordingly!

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The thought… that scares her the most…

She might feel like she’ll never be anyone’s first love, first choice, or even a priority. She gives so much of herself, pouring out love and healing the wounds of others, yet she worries about whether she can truly last with someone special. It’s as if she’s always been seen as a chapter in someone else’s story that may not be remembered, much like a star that fades away, unnoticed among countless others. It's a poignant feeling, reflecting a kind of longing for recognition and lasting connection.

ASV

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with each gulp of the coffee, tension loosens from her neck and shoulders. But deep down, she’s terrified of both love and ending up alone. The thought of loveless marriage, a life devoid of her treasured independence… is unbearable.

But so is being in love.

Because what happens when the person she loves more than her life itself, leaves? Hurts? or Worse?

-ASV

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It's my 4 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

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Its been long since you last posted. Has feared consumed me again!

I know… I have been trying to keep up with it

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She was once full of radiance

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Life goes on..

With/without…wherever and whenever you are!

which is why learn to let go and keep shining.

Don’t let the light inside you go low…

keep the spark and radiate positivity!

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simplicity at peak🪄

Maybe I was never meant for this storm. Maybe what I needed was a quieter life, something steady, like a small house on a soft hill, where every day feels the same in a peaceful, familiar way. A life where the only surprises come from a change in weather, not from trying to reach a soul that drifts in and out like the tide. Maybe I was made for something more mundane, something where I could let my feet sink into the earth and feel grounded. Maybe I needed someone who was calm and quiet, like a shoreline rock—someone who would stand beside me and never stir up waves. A life with gentle routines, simple comforts, and a love that feels like slipping into warm water, not being swept out to sea. But here I am, caught in the currents of your fiery, consuming love, unable to tell if it's carrying me somewhere meaningful or if I’m just drowning in the beauty of it all, losing parts of myself to the undertow. And I wonder if I’ll ever find solid ground again—or if I even want to.

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"Everyone comes into a relationship with baggage, you can either trip over each other's stuff, or unpack it together. The right person will help you unpack."

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In the depths of her heart, a girl resides

With the chaos that messes and wrenches inside

Love, a force that both captivates and frightens

Leaving her wary, her insights intensified

Everyone she cared for, eventually left

Leaving her shattered, alone and guarded

So she built up walls, brick by brick

Afraid to let anyone else in, feeling queasy

She stopped loving, closed off her heart

For fear of it wrecking, falling apart

Her feelings are buried deep, never to be conveyed

A heavy burden to endure, always ensnared

Expression of love, now a distant memory

A lost art, a forgotten melody

She walks in shadows, a ghost of her past

Afraid to love, afraid it won't last

Despair lingers, a constant companion

A reminder of love's painful abandon

For love may have scarred her, left her bruised

But in the darkness, a light is infused

Perhaps one day, she'll find the courage to see that love can be beautiful but only in the distance.

She’s gone

-ASV

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She felt trapped in a cycle of being abandoned by people, whether they did it intentionally or not.

They would show her love, warmth, kindness, and respect, only for it to be suddenly taken away by unkind forces.

It was as if she was compelled to dwell in the dark and keep her distance when all she truly dreamed of was connection and acceptance.

To shield herself and prevent anyone else from experiencing deep pain, she keeps her distance and holds her emotions inside.

It's heart-wrenching to think about the truth that she's fated to bear this curse. It seems like loneliness has become so intertwined with her, perpetuating this vicious cycle that shows no sign of ending until she fades away.

The lonely princess unfortunately lost her doll again.

-ASV

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pride, anger and "he loved us"

my father was this weird, gnarled husk of a man.

I think he wanted to be kind,

and I don't really know what that means.

I never really knew him.

I know he didn't let anyone have that over him,

I can relate,

and I think he knew.

sometimes I wonder if I could have made a difference

for that angry, far gone father-imposter,

but that would miss the point that humbled

and crippled him in the end -

I'll just be better, I'll just be kind and forget.

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Mohammed El-Kurd, from Rifqa; “Rifqa”

[Text ID: “I cried—not for the house / but for the memories I could have had inside it.”]