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Silent Words
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nonexistent-writer · 3 years ago
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Being silenced and being treated like a robot are of the same things. When you are silenced, they chose not to hear your thoughts, pleas, emotions, and pain. They chose to make you feel so worthless and to spend less time to talk things out. When you are treated as a robot, they chose to make you chase dreams, a lot. They are so in love to the results but they hate the process, and they make you feel that you are not worth the effort to check up on.
Can we at least take a small amount of time to check up on someone? To ask how they are holding up? Can we just normalize mental heath?
This toxic mindset of treating others as nothing less of a human being, and treating emotions as invalid can really destroy a home and a person's life. For once, can we just be human and extend help to others? To be there for them when they needed help? That is what compassion is all about.
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nonexistent-writer · 3 years ago
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You Are The Kind of Pain
There are a lot of pain the world introduced us. The pain of a wounded arm, the pain of a toothache, the pain of failing a class, the pain of disappointing your parents, but the pain that remains in the mind and soul, is seeing the one you love walking away from you.
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nonexistent-writer · 3 years ago
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Brewing Storm
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nonexistent-writer · 3 years ago
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Melancholy Reads
A sudden feeling of sadness washed over me, as I laughed to every pages that I've read, every lines the characters have said as I realized that these feelings are the realization that some things does not happen in real life.
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nonexistent-writer · 3 years ago
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There are times that I'm so happy, I'd laugh with tears in my eyes. But then, a thought will come in my mind, making me realize that this happiness will cause another heartache.
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nonexistent-writer · 3 years ago
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There are nights when I whisper myself goodnights. There are nights when I pat myself to sleep and sing a lullaby till I can no longer hear my own voice. There are nights when I cuddle myself with my own warmth and the comfort of my blanket as chilly air surrounds the room. There are nights when I stay up too late, reminiscing my past and wonder where did I go wrong?
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nonexistent-writer · 3 years ago
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Late night thoughts can be so scary, don't you think?
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nonexistent-writer · 3 years ago
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Just a reminder, give yourself some time to break and relax. Do the things that'll make you happy and enjoy life. Nothing beats the feeling of contentment with the little things you do. Everyone deserves a break. Keep smiling! ☺️
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nonexistent-writer · 4 years ago
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“I think that’s what’s wrong with the world; no one says what they really feel, they always hold it inside. They’re sad, but they don’t cry. They’re happy, but they don’t dance or sing. They’re angry, but they don’t scream. Because if they do, they feel ashamed and that’s the worst feeling in the world. So everyone walks with their heads down and no one sees how beautiful the sky is..”
— gothigh2fly
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nonexistent-writer · 4 years ago
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What are you scared of? Is it the bug you found above your head? Is it your communication apprehension? Or is it because you are afraid of disappointing yourself over and over again?
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nonexistent-writer · 4 years ago
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Do not let your fears chase your dream away. Opportunities are limited. Regret is forever.
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nonexistent-writer · 4 years ago
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I find little things frustrating. Either I am mad the whole day or drained the other way. Nothing good comes out with bottling our feelings up.
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nonexistent-writer · 4 years ago
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Do you know what's brave? Being a constant slave of emotions, and suddenly you weren't anymore.
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nonexistent-writer · 4 years ago
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What we had was real. But it wasn't real enough.
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nonexistent-writer · 4 years ago
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Do you know what's worst than being forgotten? It's the fact that your presence didn't matter.
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nonexistent-writer · 4 years ago
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How do you deal with your fear of public speaking? It is my every day struggle that makes me anxious and edgy all day.
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nonexistent-writer · 4 years ago
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Chilling after going to church is the best relaxation after a pressured week. A little break for myself💞💞
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