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after i love you
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dizzy ditsy dull
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A penny for your thoughts
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sincerely to, little me
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being human
is a tragedy
of the highest
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Hollywood
Are they what you’ve wanted, Or do you just hope they will be? If you decided to pursue someone, Which factor is your reality?
While we carve our own path, Such wish can’t shape a partner. The mold of others is not a choice, Even if you need their alter.
Desires shouldn’t be inflicted, Perhaps a lesson worth learning. You’re more in love with a concept, Than you are with a person.
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Why is death so scary?
I think it's funny it's something we fear, we can't bear the be alone. Therefore we fear our home... The dust and the dirt.
It’s what we were created from and where we will inevitably return; because, trust me, one day it'll be our turn.
But death is not worth fearing... Yes, you are hearing me correctly.
Death is not worth fearing.
It is not the end but is something more beautiful than we can fathom. Death means more, it is not this chasm or void eating up those who are weak.
Death is simply loss, change, and even new beginnings. 
Because on the other hand, we are constantly losing. 
Parts of our soul are dying, changing, reviving with each passing day. Transforming a lost soul into one who is the best version possible.
We are being rebirthed throughout our lives and it's amazing how much room we have to grow when we finally just let go.
Striving to exist humanly- death is not ruining a life that isn't ready to end. Because when we live life beautifully we have nothing to lose, death can be a friend, a symbol to embrace what life has to offer, too.
Do not let the unknown scare you, let an unchanging soul be the monster. Change so much that death, instead, fears you.
-AK
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What Is Love?
Wise men say that love is patient and kind.
They say it is slow to anger and constantly accepting.
They say it shields you from harm and doesn’t run at the sound of your heart’s alarms when you’re too scared to fall into it completely.
But love can be deceiving.
What you thought was patience was just them keeping track, of all of the times they felt stabbed in the back.
Yet in those rare moments they refused to speak up, because their heart was too fragile, too envious of love.
Love is blind and it’s stupid and it’s filled with rage, when one day they love you and the next day they cave; cave to the temptations of another loves touch.
Even so much that they cannot give up their own ego.
Love is free? No.
It’s fought for with blood, sweat and tears. Nights spent sobbing over countless fears becoming a dark reality.
Love is a tragedy.
Human err indulging in travesty,
because what is love without a good heartbreak?
How would we know what a heart’s made of if we didn’t feel love and lose it?
If you couldn’t feel love, but be safe from its constant pain, would you choose it?
-AK
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