talktomeafter12

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Do ever wonder what your destiny is? What is ment for you and just you? Will you also just suffer and grow old like your mother without experiencing life? Or will you be burdened by responsibilities life you father and let your skin ashen like your father? Do you wonder if life was ment for you or if you were ment for others life?

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There is something about the love where a little bickering and a little sarcasm exists. Where you throw comments back and forth. A romance where you are chasing each other like sworn enemies but end up falling together and break into laughter. It seems so pure and real.

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It's better in books, isn't it? At the end...everything is just...right.

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Do you ever feel like you are never trying hard enough, but in reality you just are not allowing yourself to feel like you work too much, cause yk that it will break you that it's just your effort and nothing is getting fixed?

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There are people put there who think they have no purpose. They have no will and no zeel to fight for anything. That there is nothing in this world that is just theirs. But that's not true.

There is always something that is ment just for them. Something specific and personal, that they will fight for they will try for. It might take time to unearth it but it does exist.

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One out of ten is always a healer who was misunderstood for attention seeker. They never intend to be the center of attraction but simply want to help and heal someone. They want someone to lean on them and be their stand but is often labeled as intruder and annoying.

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Being left out always hurts, until you realize your worth.

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Rain isn't just precipitation of water. It is kisses to your face while riding a bike. It is hugs when you under sky with arms wide open. It is a hand to wipe the tears when you cry with heavy heart. It is wings when you want to fly but can't reach sky.

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"Oh it's taking time, maybe it's not meant for me."

No. Maybe you aren't waiting long enough.

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Oh, to have his hands trace my curves. The same curves that hid my insecurities and pains. His hands going to the part of me that hides and talk to them like they are the most precious things ever. Would he abide by his words of worshiping me? Would he kiss me like he means it? Would he hold me when I'm shattered?

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Thank you 💗

@manincaffeine

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Dear Diary,

I realised no one ever asks you how you are doing. So tell me, how are you? How was your day?

Did he come back to you crying about his girlfriend? Or did he rant about his mother not loving him? He did always say that his mom loves his sister more. Funny cause his mom comes crying to you telling how she wish she could make him understand it's for his betterment.

And what about the girl across the road? Did she tell you about the fight she had with her friend? Or the fact that she fought with her sister for drinking her monster. Again. Ugh, I don't get it when they will grow up. Oh! She changed her pen today?? Wow! That's new.

Someday, when you are free from all the people who seek comfort from you, come to me. And talk to me. I'm sure you would want some comfort too, right?

Till then, I'll be waiting.

Yours lovingly.

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What if it's late at night and I'm sneaking out to meet my man on the terrace. Just when we hugged giggling, a strong lightning strikes and heavy rain starts. That doesn't dim our happiness. Instead, we start laughing and dancing in the rain.

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Having conversations is not that hard. You just speak. And yet that is the most difficult thing. Cause you never know who is exactly listening.

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I wonder how people in love feel.

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Why is it that some girls are pretty and smart and mature, but are never good enough to be liked, or loved or be first priority?

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Love. Pyar. Ishq. Mohabbat.

Such small words with so much of meaning and depth. No matter the language, listening to anything related to it brings a sensation to heart. I wonder how many love stories these single words have inside them.