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I didn't feel at home in life.

And isn't it sad that most of you will relate to this?

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"It must be exhausting always rooting for the super hero"

I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror...

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I dread the end of winter.

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“It’s your road and yours alone. Others may walk it with you but no-one can walk it for you.”

— Rumi

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"Just because something isn’t meant to last a lifetime doesn’t mean it wasn’t meant to be."

-One True Loves, Taylor Jenkins Reid

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this feeling.

Got this one secondhand book from library and the feeling that it has already been loved by someone so much so now it's my responsibility to love it equally

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It hurts everytime you realise that the person you loved with all your heart, is no longer part of your life. They are no longer going to be there everytime you cry. There is never going to be random texts from that person. You might never even get to talk to them. It hurts. It just hurts that you loved them and they still left. It hurts that you didn't get to hug them for one last time.

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That strange feeling of longing when you are at a train station, in a 24/7 open market, when you are buying a coke from the vending machine, watching the city lights glow from your window, when you’re walking aimlessly on a busy street after 5 pm, that feeling as if something is missing in your life and it will never come back although it was never there in the first place; that inexplicable urban sadness.

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To lovely humans who were excluded from invitations, left behind when they tied their shoes, forced to walk in the grass when the sidewalk was full, spoken over when you tried to contribute, whispered about or laughed at, given side-eye when you tried to fit in…. you are so worthy of love.