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inmybook · 2 months
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I take a paper to write a letter and stare at the empty page. I write a letter telling a million times that I'm not like my father and then fold the letter the way he did. May be there's more of him in me than just his anger. I write the letter and give it to my father and he just stares at the letter, at how it's folded.
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inmybook · 3 months
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I want a home where I laugh with tears in my eyes, cry and sob without hiding myself, walk around leaving footprints. A home where I'm not scared if I drop a glass accidentally, where I can jump and sing on my bed, where I don't have to worry about my posture, where i let my kids write on the wall, have food fights, make memories. A home where I don't have to walk on egg shells.
No! I want my home to be messy. Like me. I want my home to look like I live there.
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inmybook · 4 months
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Walk properly, don't touch that, don't scream, don't wear that, be polite, sit properly, dress modestly, speak softly, you're gonna break that, don't break that, sneeze softly, smile , don't sulk, don't complain, others have it worse, we had it worse, you should be grateful...
I don't want to be an adult treated like a child and I didn't have to be a child expected behave like an adult.
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inmybook · 4 months
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A part of me always fantasizes about waking up to nightmares. Cause I'm exhausted of all the bliss of the world, that i've started to dream of poetic misery. Never healing stab in the heart.
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inmybook · 4 months
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You complete the scars on my body. As in, your scars fit mine perfectly and leave a pathway to trace.
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inmybook · 4 months
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Ever since you left me , its been an inevitable journey of forgetting you.
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inmybook · 4 months
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I wrote about you. Mostly about you. So many pages. I buried it deep for the plants to read and narrate the story like it's theirs. Like it's them you looked at. Like its them you admired. Like its them you loved.
I wanted them to read it, to praise it and worship it like it's them you touched.
I wanted you to be an emotion felt by every living being and I wanted to be the one to write it down.
I wanted to be the one that was brave and foolish enough to call it love.
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inmybook · 4 months
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How I love you has nothing to do with how you love me but how I treat you has everything to do with how you treat me.
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inmybook · 4 months
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I've never cried in front of anyone. It's a kind of undressing and I don't want anyone to know I've got the same skin, that it gets burnt, it gets cut and the scars remain. It's like giving a knife to someone and hoping that they won't use it.
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inmybook · 4 months
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We talk a lot. But all I ever hear even in silence is my mother asking what my weight is and my father asking what my score is.
She taught me to always look presentable.
He taught me to always be knowledgeable.
And I'm torn between choosing one and choosing both. I'm torn between proving that I care about one more than other.
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inmybook · 5 months
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I want to take days off work and lie beside you eyes wide open when you sleep. I want to look at you when you look away , when you're looking directly into my eyes, I want to look at you worry, i want to look at you surprised, happy, sad, every expression and emotion your face could possibly make, I want it all. Forever is a short time, I want it now. I want to be so consumed by you that I consiously set fire upon parts of me doesn't include you.
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inmybook · 6 months
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I hold in me so many failed romances. Soo many chances of what might've been love. Ones that I killed before they even lived. Each one leaving me one by one, like autumn leaves i collect and keep them inbetween the pages.
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inmybook · 6 months
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He bled the darkest shade of red. Darker than shades of my anger but lighter than the shades of my love. He never fell in deep enough to know my love. So he settled for my anger.
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inmybook · 7 months
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Julys of my life are often forgotten. Sun rises and sets and i live the same day over and over for a whole month before the it's August again. I just exist in all the comfort of this month and forget to live. I hope my life is not a July.
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inmybook · 7 months
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I changed the place where I hang my clock but i haven't gotten used to it. I still look at the old spot where it used to be and it's bothering me. But not enough to change it back. May be if I change it back, this place might feel like home. Like the one I left very young and couldn't find again.
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inmybook · 7 months
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She's wearing something I haven't seen. She's using words i haven't used, she's loving people i haven't met, she's living a life I only get to hear about. And that's okay because I'm hearing about it from her. She might wear something new but I'm the first person she'd want to show it to.
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inmybook · 8 months
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There's a home with glass windows, inside of me and i stay there by myself. Everytime someone knocks, i run to open the door but they break the windows before I reach the door. They keep breaking the windows and I keep adding more locks.
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