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🍁 Healing is also a form of acceptance. Only thing is, this acceptance ain't forced. No painful denial phases, no repression, it's assured. It's not dry hopeless. It will all heal one day. Maybe not today, not tomorrow, but it will at a time. And you'll still be young then. 🍁

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If I'm the grief

You'd be my long lost sadness, buried inside my ashes of anger.

If I'm the scar, you'd be the dripping blood,

Your clotted barrier, shielding me unwrapped.

If I'm voiceless, you'd be my pen, paper and words.

And if I'm "love"

You'd be the unrequited before it, the hopeless, before my romance.

● The fact is, we often fail from the aspect of our greatest humanistic ability to build, communicate, and comprehend through the languages we build, only when a single line of a poetry or a simple muse, explain and understand us in such a perfectly satisfying way, that we couldn't ever do in all these years.●

🌸 "You keep forgiving someone until you unlove them"🌸

-Unknown

🌸Please, don't let this be me, let this be you.

For the last time, let it be you going away far. Don't make the destruction seem to be caused by me. Don't make me blame myself again. Don't change me. Don't make me regret for loving people. Don't seize me from falling in love again.🌸

One such controversial yet selfish lookout of mine about life is, if it reaches its fullest potential or completion, through the involvement of others. Is it going to be incomplete, if we refuse to live for others? Is it going to be devoid of such potential, if we live for and validate ourselves, taking up things to understand and make ourselves joyful in a neutrally harmless manner, opposing the nature's law of, nourishing the upcoming. I claim my life revolvs around me, and me only. It is prooved so, I was born alone, and I'll die such. My life, will not end with the death of near ones, the ticking of my life will end with my death, my life is mine only, and it will not go in vain if i fail to be involved with others as much as I'm involved with myself I believe.

Losing lovable people who were worth living for, might bring misery, but life goes on.

Life goes on, certain people kill themselves if their loved ones die. Might be because, the idea of 'life goes on' without their loved ones, is the one that burns and stings inside the most. Its not only the absence of their loved ones that hurt, but the horrifying idea of their life "just going on" without their person. It's because their life, a keen parasite will choose to end with them. Neither before, nor after.

This song brushing away my boredom with a sudden gust of heartache..🖤💫🖤

Every night I'm dancing with your ghost

Yelling at the sky, screaming at the world. Baby, why'd you go away? I'm still your girl

I scream into the void as I long for your embrace, surrounding me is the reality I no longer want to be a part of, if it isn't with you. Why did you leave me? I still have your name carved on my heart, a name which even a million tides cannot wash away.

Holding on too tight, head up in the clouds. Heaven only knows, where you are now

I'm showing up everyday, I'm here even when I'm not. I'm here, even though I wanna leave. I wonder as I gaze out from the window, where you are and if your soul is at peace, even though I'm here scattered in pieces. Still hoping like an idiot that you'll find your way back home.

How do I love, how do I love again? How do I trust, how do I trust again?

How will I ever love someone as deep as I loved you? How will I ever trust someone as strongly as I trusted you? These questions haunt me at night as I hold your sweater close to my haart, for I cannot let the essence of you escape into the labyrinth like you did.

I stay up all night, tell myself I'm alright. Baby, you're just harder to see than most. I put the record on, wait 'til I hear our song. Every night I'm dancing with your ghost, every night I'm dancing with your ghost.

My nights are filled with music from the mix tapes you made me, and swaying in the darkness with a little light from the fairy lights you gave me. It's hard to let go of someone so special, when they've made their home in your heart.

Never got the chance, to say a last goodbye. I gotta move on, but it hurts to try.

I never even got a chance to tell you all about how you saved me from myself, and how you made me want to live all my dreams with you. I never thought our goodbye would have to be so soon. I know I have to let go, but it hurts so bad to not hold onto you anymore, I had gotten so used to you, it aches me to think about how I won't wake up to your sleepy morning voice and your bedhead anymore.

How do I love, how do I love again? How do I trust, how do I trust again?

How will I ever live on, and let this be just another chapter in my story, when it feels like my story ended with you? How will I ever feel whole again, for you also took pieces of me when you left? How will I ever read the same books, listen to the same songs and walk the same roads, just all alone this time?

I stay up all night, tell myself I'm alright. Baby, you're just harder to see than most. I put the record on, wait 'til I hear our song. Every night I'm dancing with your ghost, every night I'm dancing with your ghost.

It breaks me, it hurts and it irks my insides. So I don't think about it anymore. I just put on the tunes of tomorrow and dance with my pretty past that is you. I'm torn between my todays, tomorrows and forevers. So I dance, I dance till it all blurs into one line, and I dance till I levitate and fly closer to you into heaven.

💮 I've always had the best way with my words. I like the way they keep translating my own mind when my toungue is unable to speak out for me. Words have always been keeping me a step forward into presenting myself from being passive and existing in my life that I was forcibly given to.

They're always narrating and whispering those wispy tails of my mind to me. I would've never known how my life sounds like.They define me, describe me, they're always expressing the spalshes of my tears or the turbulent surge of emotions on behalf of me, with their only assurance to me that I'm not insane, or losing my mind.

They said that's what happens to humans when we live on our limitations, always.💮

💮 Basically there are always opportunities, if "others" are not there.

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