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dyingofhatred · 1 year
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You may not be mine , but i’ll always be yours ❤️
Febusrary 2 ‘ 2023 - 12:52am
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dyingofhatred · 1 year
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I know you’re alone , i know you need him but you need to stop running back to him every time you face a minor difficulty in life. Stop being so needy that the people you need start taking it for granted and stop being there for you when you need them the most thinking she’s always needy let it be. Because when that happens, you’re gonna feel like the lonliest person on earth.
30th january - 2023 11:35pm
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dyingofhatred · 1 year
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ساری رات بکھرنے کے بعد میں نے صبح اپنوں کو سمیٹا ہے۔
کسی اپنے سے چوٹ کھا کر ہی ، میں نے نیند میں رونا سیکھا ہے۔
کہ صبح تک آنسو سوکھ جایں ، نہ دِکھے چہرے پر کوئی بھی غم
ورنہ ہستے ہیں لوگ لاچاری پر ، میں نے یہ حالات سے سیکھا ہے
November 4’ 12:26am
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dyingofhatred · 2 years
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I always thought that if you love someone you should let them know. You should shower your love on them, they should always feel loved, they should always know how much they mean to you so they never feel unloved, so they never feel insecure because thats how i felt most of my life and i never wanted anyone around me to feel the way i did. But now i’ve realized that the people who don’t express their love quickly and are not very expressive are way better than the ones who show their love and are always expressing it in different ways.
Because now a days, the more you express your feelings, the more you show them how much they mean to you..the more they take you forgranted. They exploit your feelings, they make fun of them. The more you are available to them , the more they will find other things to keep them busy as they know no matter what they can come back to you whenever they want, whenever they’re free and you’ll be sitting there waiting for them with open arms.
You give and give and give , you empty yourself but you get nothing back because apparently sensitive and expressive people are just fools and everytime they express themselves they just end up making a fool out of themselves so if you really wanna be expressive and share your feelings make sure you share in a limit so they don’t treat you like an emotional fool and step on your heart right infront of you.
September 17’ 6:05 pm
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dyingofhatred · 2 years
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کس تمنا سے تجھ کو چاہا تھا
کس محبت سے ہار مانی ہے
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dyingofhatred · 2 years
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کیا ہوتا اگر میری محبت میرا نصیب ہوتی
کیا ہوتا اگر میری محبت کو مجھ سے محبت ہوتی
August 1 , 3:45 am
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dyingofhatred · 2 years
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I’m done being nothing to someone who is my everything.
January’ 19 , 7:57pm
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dyingofhatred · 2 years
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You weren’t asking for too much, you were just asking the wrong person…
January 15, 2:08 am
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dyingofhatred · 2 years
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I crave for the kind of love that is reciprocated. The pain of unrequited love is too much for me to handle now.😢💔
October’ 30 , 12:54am
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dyingofhatred · 3 years
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WINTER SEASON IS HERE
DEPRESSION SEASON IS HERE
October 21’, 6:59 pm
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dyingofhatred · 3 years
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Every single day.
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dyingofhatred · 3 years
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You need to stop giving your love out to people who don’t want it. You need to stop putting your feelings out for people who only disrepect them. You need to stop caring for people who don’t give a fuck about you.
October 17’ 4:41pm
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dyingofhatred · 3 years
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I’ve been picking myself up everytime i break down for so long now.
Yes! I can pick myself up
Yes! I can take care of myself
Yes! I can wipe my own tears
But is it too bad to want someone else to take care of you? I’m not saying i cant take care of myself. I can. But it feels good to be taken care of. To be picked up from the ground. To have someone put their arms around you, hold you and tell you its gonna be okay.
Because honestly, i’m tired of telling myself that.
October 16’ 9:21 pm
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dyingofhatred · 3 years
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I hurt myself
I let that anger out on my body
It kept begging me for mercy
But how would i know what mercy is?
How would i know, when no one ever took mercy on me?
Its just been me all alone
Crying and then wiping my own tears
Watching myself bleed and then cleaning myself up
Breaking down and then picking myself up
Who was there? Who wipped my tears?
Who kissed my scars? Who picked me up from that cold bathroom floor?
WHO SAVED ME?
WHO TOOK MERCY ON ME?
October 15’ 12:42 am
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dyingofhatred · 3 years
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Ofcourse i hurt myself.
When you don’t have a voice. You have to scream some how.
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dyingofhatred · 3 years
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You can hurt me all you want, but don’t think you can ever break me! I’ve been dealing with shit long before you came into my life. The only difference is that i really expected you to get me out of my past traumas instead of pushing me deep in.
September’30 , 3:07am
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dyingofhatred · 3 years
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I dream despite depression.
“I dream despite depression, despite skies of gray. I dream despite these thoughts of not living another day. I suffered, I loved, I fought – If given a chance to be born again, I’ll take it without an afterthought. Because to live is to experience beauty and hope even when tragedy and misery is everywhere. In my loneliest hours comes the yellowest flowers, Faith sings “I love you there.” and I believe, my friend, that despair is not the end. Despair is the beginning of creating hope, more hope – To color the rainbow. To sing sweet songs to the hopeless. For hopelessness is a hope that is not full but it doesn’t mean the complete absence of it. Hope is a little thing but it is everything. Hope is a little thing but how it gives demons wings. Hopefulness is when the love we feel for possibilities reaches up to the heavens. and in the inferno of my life I wanted to end it all. But I dreamed despite depression. I still dream, every day, always. Even a single season of joy is worth a hundred seasons of grief. and I am the warmth in the fall.”
— Juansen Ryne Dizon, I dream despite depression 
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