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My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness.

Virginia Woolf

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hey man I found a piece of your soul stuck in the text messages of old friends you don’t speak to anymore. do you want it back

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a pub is a surprisingly decent study spot.

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Crescent rings reflected on her iris; she expressed how much she loved reading the poems written for her by that one unknown stranger-friend. He appeared in her mind all over the places; in the characters she read or in the dreamscapes that she paints. //fresh roses-گلاب// broken throns// she received her first bouquet of flowers with fresh roses free of throns & a note that says // I tell the stars about you//میں ستاروں کو تمہارے بارے میں بتاتا ہوں

Guess who is back during exam season

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Moon over Pisa, Italy

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Yall really be looking like the song "Main Agar Kahoon" and still settle for someone less.

(please dont do it)

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Matter of fact we never left

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Background picture credits : Pinterest

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"People are never black and white. They are always shades of grey, sometimes too dark or sometimes too light ".

-Ri

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Vocabulary, Safia Elhillo

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I feel the coldness reaching my feet // I've put book down // It's past midnight, 300 pages // Should we wait another day

Quiet chaos and stolen glances those safe spaces shall echo in my dreams

an excerpt from; Oh Dear Diary,

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from "Our souls are Reborn in Autumn"

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seriously need to get back on writing the writers block has been long enough 🥲

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Silence was too loud for my making me feel like a used cardigan //Worn out // As the dizziness in my head wasn't dissolving, And all the stars and the blurring around Leaving me in an oblivion,

The fantasy books i read with all its characters retelling it's stories //Healing me //The inner child of myself, mirror inflicting the clouds in my mind

As my fingers are yearning to hold the pen //To let myself pour out to the ink embedded into my poetry.

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Winter ?? Nah more like the poets season