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"You fell from the stars into my lap, may I drop you then?

Say, for even if I must, I shan't and I won't.

You were given to me to be worshipped and I am bound to obey the prophecy."

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Whisper-yelled

Hush, I hear something.

A soft voice but it's quite inside and hidden, I feel.

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Starvation (hellbent)

"Oh, how you have starved yourself."

"Weren't you starving as well?"

"I have starved and parched myself to melancholic deaths a million times already, little butterfly."

- excerpts from 'His eyes speak french'/ Unpublished

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Star-crossed 🌟

"You fell from the stars into my lap, may I drop you then?

Say, for even if I must, I shan't and I won't.

You were given to me to be worshipped and I am bound to obey the prophecy."

- excerpts from 'His eyes speak french'/Unpublished

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Maybe at the edge, maybe just fading again but you are. In that very circle of ambiguity, you too are taking rounds, you too are equally lost. Maybe you too are hopeless.

-Shuchi, Oh Melancholy.

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Neurotic dream

Fluer had a dream last night;

Her thoughts of melancholy; honey-dipped.

Their undeniable presence and stories were woven from beads of longing.

Subconsciously she was smitten by the imagery;

Oh but will she admit? Negative.

She regards it as a neurotic one;

the one where insanity peaks.

- Shuchi, FiascoTales

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Please dissolve me along, within this cruel wicked potion of hesitation, doubt and hopelessnes hold my hands (they won't shake this time); and walk me into this sea of melancholy. We must drown now. We must rise only with the hurricane of hope; else maybe just lay there at the sea bed gazing at the passing bloom of jellyfish as we giggle; with glistening eyes and sea stars entangled within our damp and flowing hairs. Even that suffice, even that suffice.

~ Shuchi, Excerpt from 'Oh Melancholy'/ FiascoTales[blogger]

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Suddenly, something strikes her mind and she meets my eyes. Her gaze was pure anger. "Those cosmic waves shattered into mirror-like pieces to form a portrait of you. Is--is it you, Ares? Are you my nemesis?"

-Shuchi, excerpts from the book I believe I will write someday

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Another day chaos choked my breath. Yet again, I cursed under my breath repeatedly. Yet again, I felt bad and that feeling submerged again. What I thought (negative), happened. First one to glance at my vulnerability were his eyes, in a room full of people. Those eyes almost exclaimed lightly, "There you are, I was looking for you." There was a look of sympathy (or empathy, idk) in his eyes. I felt a little better and slightly comforted.

-Shuchi, His eyes speak French, excerpts from the book I will write someday

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There is a flash of reminiscence of how this cocoon coiled cosily inside itself was slowly and unexpectedly put out in the world slowly opening its wings. But what if they don't like the colour of the wings that come out? what if the pattern isn't attractive and merry enough? All thoughts are in the backseat and there's acceleration on the road ahead. No thoughts at the back of the mind. Going effortlessly with the flow, learning along the way, tumbling on the edges and on the curves but in spite and despite all those hurdles. The journey towards being a butterfly is still on.

-Shuchi, from fear crept within, Arcane-Alley

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