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Hello! I am back from being in a very long hiatus. I will try my best to write and weave my thoughts in this platform. I also believe this is a good opportunity to reconnect with my friends here.

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To mend my feelings would be a difficult task; will you still do it?

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Hello! How is everyone doing? :)

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Allow your ink to spill on those fine sheets; make way for your pen to weave the beautiful words you used to write before.

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You don’t have to pretend to be happy; just be true to yourself, and with that, real happiness will knock on your doors.

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Happy kiddo here.

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Heavy breaths and sighs, hoping she’d notice your worth but she really won’t.

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Everywhere I go, I see people wearing smiles on their faces as they walk through their life’s journey. Most of them are in groups, probably with their friends  buddies, or companions, as they sing and raise their hearts to felicity. Whenever I look up above, I see birds flapping their wings as they dance in circles, with the sky so pristine that anyone can soar their dreams way up high. The trees seem to dance by the whirl of the wind. Despite the sense of joviality around, there is something peculiar. There is this feeling of unhappiness in me. I try to grasp myself and ponder on the source of this feeling. And I will just get nothing — an emptiness that prevails in my icy heart. Is it that I am just weird? Or is it I am just numb enough to anticipate what life has to give to me? Little by little do I realize that happiness is trying to seek me. I just have to allow it to run in my veins — in every fiber of my being. Perhaps, by giving happiness the permission for entry in my macabre soul, this person I used to be will gradually change into that one who knows how to wear those smiles and knows how to anticipate every good things life has to give.

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Sadness is poetry; to love sadness is even more poetic.

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I miss your warm hugs — they’re so tight like tentacles strangling me to death.

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I always find the ordinary fascinating, so practically everything amuses me still.

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Her eyes fail to see the beauty of the world, yet her heart never ceases to see the beauty in life.

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She always hides herself in her own room of dreams,                                      thinking...                                                  wishing...                                                                               hoping... that sooner or later, she will know how it feels to be                                                    happy, yet                      solitude,                                            selflessness,                                                                         and  darkness prevails her angry heart. Darling, you will never attain what you want by locking yourself in bleak thoughts. Your dreams are nightmares. Why don’t you paint a scene of vanishing sadness in your dreams?

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No matter how I try to paint different shades of happiness to you, time will come that these shades will fade away, turning you to a lonely person. As such, your face will again be painted with happiness, but perhaps by some other person aside from me. Indeed, life won’t be complete without you experiencing both the joy and sorrow, the ups and the downs, the good times and the bad times. Learn to appreciate every single thing that happens in your life, for death will no longer give you these experiences.

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I can read all your writings all day.

This is one of the sweet messages I have ever received. Thank you, Miss Anj. And I hope to see you again. :-)

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Please wake me up when the day is bright and clear for me. I want to cut the string that binds the two of us together. I want to relive the sweet and cheerful memories of us for one day, and forget them after that. I want to learn the art of letting go and moving on. My heart is weary of bringing the cumbersome pain that always reminds me of you. I want to free myself from anything that would remind me of you, be it material or emotional stuff. Can we just be strangers once again, wishing we have not met each other?

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“Why can’t I be with someone I love?” “Look at the stars above. Can you reach them?” “No.” “Maybe, she’s one of them.”