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coldeyesandredlips · 4 hours ago
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It's impulsive—just like any other. To drive myself crazy.
To be my own ruin, litter the remains of my chaotic existence with my eternal broken pieces.
To succumb to the destruction, break myself until I no more can.
The impulse lies in the corner, weathering with ever opportunity that passes by.
There is this numbness that spreads all over me, idea of mere destruction, a mortal being their own ruin, fills me with the happiness of a human experiencing it.
Impulse wraps itself around me, saying it's a warmth filling hug, when it's just vines that choke me, telling me to destroy myself in every fucking way possible.
The mere idea of myself breaking in the filthy hands of mine, fills whatever left inside of me, a sense of Nirvana.
—//random urges, dread and bones of my own destruction//
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no internet connection means–writing. 
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crimsonmyth · a day ago
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My obsession for you is a black-hole. It slowly consumed everything real about me.
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crimsonmyth · a day ago
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You left a hell in me. All I hear now are screams reverberating against my chest.
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leveysmusings · 5 days ago
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I am not afraid of the dark what truly scares me is the question mark at the end of my every worry because the future seems dreary Should I pursue what I love or hold a 9 to 5 and behove myself to the glittery gold promises of money and security
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san-writes · 6 days ago
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Do not feel guilty for showing up for yourself first. Self love is not selfish, it's necessary. Do whatever it takes, and learn to say no. Because you were born for a reason. And you deserve to be happy. Prioritize yourself, it's the need of the hour.
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apatrablog · 7 days ago
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What's your #iwish #story! . . #logical #illogical #writingtime #thought #writeups #lifequotes . . I wish the untimely deaths, Could be fixed. There won't be any death, Before anybody crosses, say, sixty! I wish life was, A little more predictable, Those young kids losing their parents, Would be a little more able... I understand accidents, But diseases, They could be less; I wish life and death were, A little less of a mess! -अपराजिता_Patra 🖌️ https://www.instagram.com/p/COnx5wZjh4X/?igshid=1o63tuxjhmons
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vanshikagoja · 9 days ago
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One last time
- Vanshika
One last time
I want to apologize, I tried
I wanted you to accept me.
I watched you slip away, I tried.
One last time
I felt tired, I gave up, I tried.
I watched you be there for me.
I let you go, I tried.
I failed you again, I tried.
How could I hate you, I tried.
I wish I were better, I tried.
One last time, I thank you.
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leveysmusings · 11 days ago
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I have a pen and a paper I write down my day’s labour Now there’s someone new I’ve picked up the pen and drew A sketch of me and you You write on my pages and then leave Like it was never true
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crudeverse · 12 days ago
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Gravity
I wished no part in it,
in this drowning despair,
in this aching angst;
yet I run towards it,
like a baby for a toy.
My inner eye traces
a glimpse of my doom,
my parched tongue
savors the broth
of my destruction.
Gravity summons me,
and I simply obey
swallowing all objections.
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crudeverse · 14 days ago
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Inability 2
I can’t tell
if the stars twinkle
because thick layers
of smog
obscure my vision;
I can’t hear
the crickets
lurking in the bush
because
the honking vehicles
deafen my hearing;
I can’t feel
if I’m alive because
I can only inhale
angst, repulsion
and worldwide
frustration.
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crudeverse · 14 days ago
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Like a blanket I kept you warm during your shivering hours of distress. But when it was over, you rolled me back in your closet.
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leveysmusings · 19 days ago
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There is always tomorrow
There is always tomorrow
There is comfort in knowing “It’s just one of those days” This too shall pass It’s just a phase You’ll get back up even stronger You’ve had worse days But nothing has kept you from growing You still shine despite the gloomy greys
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thereforeiamm · 23 days ago
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To the one who finally loved me back...
You were my dream. A dream I never thought would come true, yet a dream which captivated my entire being. A dream which I obsessively held on to. You were my deepest secret, my guilty pleasure. I spent my nights thinking about you, wondering how incredible it would be to call you mine. Lying awake, I imagined you and me, together, deep in love. You kissed me to sleep each night, and you kissed me awake each morning. I knew all your expressions by heart. I fell in love harder, each time you smiled. I used to laugh the hardest (inwardly) to all your silly jokes. Every time you bit your lips lost in thoughts, you made me want to kiss you. I loved how your eyes sparkled when you were passionate about something. I loved how you could be so effortlessly confident in your skin. You laughed with mirth even when you were made fun of and I admired you for it. Every page in my diary was filled with you. I’d treasured even the most inconspicuous, immaterial moments we inadvertently had, in those pages. My naive heart prayed for you and the possibility of ‘us’ all the time. I watched your every action furtively. No post you made on social media went unnoticed or unliked by me. No photo of yours escaped my hidden collection. Oh, it surprises me how ardently I loved you. “Why didn’t you let me know?”, you ask now. I was hesitant. Apprehensive. I did not know if I was worthy of your love. “why did you cling on to this dream, then?”, you ask now. The idea of us enthralled me. It completed me. I just couldn’t let go. “If only I’d known..”, you say now, and I feel so blessed. You don’t know how elated you make me feel. You have no idea how blissful it is that I know you love me now. _“It was just a matter of time. When I finally got to know you, I fell in love too.”, you say, and I melt. You are everything that I’d looked for. You are everything that I’d wanted. I love you. You are my granted wish, and I will cherish it with all my heart.
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thereforeiamm · 23 days ago
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After.
When you text me after a long time and ask how I am, I say that I'm fine. We make small conversation. We talk about all the changes that have happened over the years while I try to be nonchalant. Little do you know, talking to you has freed a bundle of memories. When I say I'm fine, I'm lying. Each memory that I thought I'd moved past, has come back to haunt me. Talking to you has brought back vivid, nameless emotions. Even when I seem to be involved in the meaningless conversation we're having, my mind is wandering off. I have so many questions I want to ask you. I want to ask you why you left. I want to ask you if you'd lied about falling out of love. I want to ask you how it is possible to fall out of love so quickly and painlessly and to leave someone with whom you'd created a bunch of warm memories, so effortlessly. I want to ask you if you think about us sometimes. About what we could've been. About all the little things we cherished together. I want to ask you if you still remember the petite details of my face. I want to ask you if you remember the exact shade of brown that my eye was. I want to ask you a million infinitesimal things. But I do not. I send you an emoji with a small smile. I want to ask you if you've met somebody else. I want to ask you if you're in love. I want to ask you if you've been certainly happy without me. I want to ask you if you still think leaving was the right decision. I want to ask why you are texting me after all this while. I want to ask you if you miss me. I want to ask you if there's been a void in your heart too after we slowly stopped talking and indulged in a day to day routine without each other in it. I just want to ask you, so badly, if leaving was worth everything. But I do not. Because if I do, we will have another conversation that we'll hate. We will go back to accusing and arguing and will end up hurting each other, all over again. Right now, life has an equilibrium. I do not ask any of the questions I want to ask you, because I'm afraid I will disrupt the peaceful rhythm of my own life. With time, comes more maturity. And that is what 'moving on' means. It doesn't mean we stop thinking about the other person entirely. It doesn't mean we stop recollecting all the fond memories. It just means that we come to peace with the other person's absence. We learn to stop crying. We go back to living life without the other person. We learn how to be alone, we learn how to be happy by ourselves. And that is why when you ask how I am, I lie and say that I'm fine. That is why I refrain from asking questions. I just send you an emoji with a small smile, hoping it would suffice to explain what I am really feeling.
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