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1 At my wisdom's end gazing forward Still at a loss of scripts to mean so hard, So many lands may have passed though A sudden call from your semi–broken door to follow , Yearning for that blessed string from the farthest Already entered into, opening dull brain&
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I think our parents weren’t monsters—They were people trying to survive with tools they were never taught how to use. They loved in the only language they knew, and many of us spent years translating that love into something we could live with. We don’t blame them.
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You are my black ink— the one I used so many times, yet not enough to leave behind. You are my black ink, the one which bleeds through my pen, through my eyes, and I cover it up with lies, calling it just... “My mascara’s melting, guys.” You are
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He said he really missed her She just smiled I’ve been looking for you for so long, finally I found you again, he said I’ve mostly been offline, she replied quietly A lot has happened in my life, he said almost hesitating Oh, she said soft, calm You
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She tried again and again, hoping someone would notice. But no one clapped, no one stayed. She didn’t want awards or praise, only love and a quiet “well done.” Slowly, she learned to stay silent—not because she was weak, but because being unseen hurts more than being alone
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They cut your wings before you could fly. They took every piece of you, yet still called you selfish when you tried to keep your bones. Forsaking the fountain of your hopes, you lost yourself before you even knew who you were. Everyday was a battle against life — a war
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How can you compare a sculpture and an artist? They are physically dual, but have one soul. They seem human, but are God itself. They create. They destroy. They can't be compared. But one thing they lie about: It’s all fictional... or maybe it is? It'
Story
You really love me? he asked, struggling to control his anger. I do… I’m sorry, she said softly. Then why did you cheat on me? he asked, still hoping for an answer that would make sense. You didn’t treat me well, she replied. Did I really not? he
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m a creature of habit, Filled with desires. I run towards the flashiest bling, Even though it is on fire. Knowing well the burns I’ll gain, I still yearn for what pleases me, And not the will that will save me. Yet I care for the luster it offers
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“Oye… take this bag.” She blinked. “Umm… me?” He nodded. “Okay, Mr. Handsome,” she teased. He smiled. “You know something?” “What?” she asked as he slowly looked into her eyes. “I’m getting serious girlfriend vibes right now… will you go on a date with me?” He looked away shyly.
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Your eyes. Your beautiful silver eyes. They remind me of the season winter . The way they glimmer feels like snowflakes under pale moonlight. Calm as silence on a snowy hill, A steady gaze that makes time stand still, A gentle spark that warms through the chill. And every time you
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She: I tried my best. Still I was left alone. He: I saw how much you tried. But don’t you think it wasn’t really love? She: I chased him. Gave all my attention. Waited for his messages. I never noticed if he asked about my day or what