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Read this. Keep it with you. Share it. Keep sharing it. You are not alone.

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Burdens

You have to look after

the cursed ones.

They have nothing left to lose.

You’ve been doing it so long

That you forgot,

Their curse is effecting you too.

11/06/18

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Your destiny isn’t tied to the people who walked away.

Joel Osteen (via quotemadness)

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Worthy

I always fall in love with the wrong person.

The one with the twinkling eyes

Who promises me everything my heart desires

and then fails to deliver.

The one who makes me feel

Like I’m beautiful

Like I matter

But only for a short time

Before they replace me

With another.

I always fall in love with the broken ones

With the big sad eyes

And the gaping holes in their hearts.

I always think;

This one will be different

This one won’t hurt.

This one will be more than

The sum of all the others.

But I’m always left heartbroken

Begging them to see my worth.

I always fall in love with the wrong person.

People say,

I am worthy of great love

I am worthy of kindness.

I am worthy of laughter and happiness

of foot rubs and cuddles

and kisses on the nose.

I am worthy.

Yet I am the only one who needs convincing.

Because I always fall in love with the wrong person;

The one who promises me the world

and then burns it down,

leaving me cold, alone, and covered in ashes.

Shashi

26/05/2018

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From Delicate Thoughts by M Ballard

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Not your hobby - Rupi Kaur

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e. e Cummings

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Cuts

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“What’s it like to be lonely And it’s almost like suffocating, except the air has turned to fire and the burning feeling of emptiness billows your lungs like smoke filling an empty room. Everything is overwhelming and you can’t not breathe, but you can’t breathe when you breathe - if that even makes any sense. It’s being surrounded by people who promise you that you’re filled with so much love and so much life ( so much that you could light up a room), but still always having cracks in your chest. Cracks that have run themselves so deep that they’re practically breaking through your spine. And you constantly remind yourself that one day everything will feel so good that you’ll forget the bad days ever existed; that you’ll forget about the fire that once coated your lungs with soot and so much light will pour into the cracks until your heart beats strong and your spine stands firm. That one day nothing will remain of these promise except complete fulfillment. But, until that day - you can’t turn the air back to air, you can’t see the light, and you certainly can’t fill the cracks. That’s what it’s like to be lonely.”

— Empty spaces

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