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That random unexplainable wave of sadness just hit brb.

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My favorite kind of people

“Anyone who takes the time to be kind is beautiful.”

— Richelle E. Goodrich

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And whom do I run to if it gets too loud?

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so i wrote something (again)

this one’s for finally giving up (you shouldn’t) and it’s name is scarlet.

scarlet

i’m staring down the barrel of the gun,

only the gun isn’t the weapon, it’s my own reflection,

i see the scarlet dropping down as my gaze surrenders what it could see.

i look at myself and laugh, all wasted, whatever i could be,

the highs and lows broke the back,

reminded the soul of all that i lack.

Time is an illusion, so they say,

isn’t it true though? as soon, i’ll decay.

the agony spills from my own,

drop down to the floor,

the physicality of it, too overwhelming.

salt on the wounds, oil in the fire,

heavy eyes, heavy heart- the feelings, they tire.

the soul running away, begging for mercy,

for how can one be so cruel?

how can i let myself live after this misery?

isn’t it easier to let go?

i asked myself all my life,

and now i truly answer,

scarlet drops down to the floor,

my gaze shutting down,

all that was heavy, becomes numb

and all that i was and couldn’t be, is no longer.

the breath no longer strong,

it all shuts down, the starlet,

becomes silent after all she sees is scarlet.

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Pov: Me everyday

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I have been having this reoccuring thought of drowning in stagnant waters

That's what realising I’m not ready to give up on you feels like.

I've never been the type to back out of a promise.

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Itna toh mera fayda bhi nhi hai jitna logo ne utha liya.

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Adulthood is realising no one cares about you and the show must go on.

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Khwaishein khatam aaj se

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lets simultaneously be something and nothing together

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Warsan Shire, from “Backwards”, Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head

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People are complicated. That’s the truth, plain and simple. Though nothing about it is ever plain or simple. Lauren Oliver in 'Before I Fall' emphasizes, I paraphrase, "People are complicated. They are not just good or just bad. They are a little bit of everything”, which reflects that tangled core of people and their lives. We move through days that rarely go as planned, tripping over our own hopes and the unexpected turns of love, which is itself a strange and unpredictable force. Life is messy, relationships are mazes, not straight lines. And yet, there’s a kind of beauty in this confusion. The only way to make any sense of another person, or of ourselves, is to try, however imperfectly, to see the world through their eyes. After all, Harper Lee writes in 'To Kill A Mocking Bird' that, “You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view until you climb into his skin and walk around in it.” In the end, maybe all we’re really doing is walking around in each other’s skins, trying to understand the little bit of everything inside.