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As much as i want to reflect on how i have improved over the past year, i would love to remember things that i did as a group of little achievements. I have grown, a millisecond older each millisecond and it's inevitable, time goes by and i cannot pause nor re-live it. everything is happening and not happening at the same time. everything is different and the same. changing, moving, inevitably, stop. every millisecond matters does it? doesn't it? making choices is part of growing up, facing the result of our choices is part of wisen up. the truth is, nobody knows what to do with their life. it is just us, filling our in-between birth and death, with anything that might feel like it's the right thing to do searching for any possible meaning of life. not wanting to believe that we're just a living being that lives and dies for nothing. no meaning. nothing. nothingness. twenty six before twenty ...
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a message for 'that' girl

Questions were asked By a stranger whose name you've known for a brief moment. Not in a formal way 'how are you doing?' 'how's your life?' 'how does it feel... To be cheated with, cheated on?' Answers were never given None For those questions were never meant to be answered, formally Painful, they said We all knew, he never really cared Lies will always be his middle name, if he had one Until today, later, and so on That's why I left, and so should you. 'what if he has changed?' For the better Hopefully Not so suddenly.
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F a i r y T a l e s

I don't (want to) believe in fairy tales Although I always try to create them. Always. I want to live in all those stories that I had created. Thousands and thousands of words Tons of possibilities Scenarionizing our life (as if it is a real word) You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you and me. We're both not special, just lonely in our own way. Like those people who are broken in their own way If, and if only, I can choose not to get out from my stories I will never. ever. ever.
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a lie and the liar

Told her things she wanted to hear The touch of his hand Is missed by the skin that covers her body. The smell of his mouth Is remembered by the neck that is used to be kissed by his lips. The sound of his moan Is loved by both of her ears whenever she hears it. Her name being called, was the best. Told her things she wanted not to hear. He put his love towards another lady. The lady could not keep up. He had lost some of his love towards that lady. If he comes back, she will accept him immediately no matter what. He thought, as he said it. She loves him. For eternity. Told her things she wanted to hear. Out of all fishes in the sea, he only wants her. For ever. Fell.
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Used

Beauty can be found within the body of a woman. We adore them so much they become symbolic. Again. We adore them so much they become devastated. Adoring means nothing We see the beauty of the body of a woman Use them. Fulfill our thoughts with the desire to own them. To taste them. To feel them. To control them. Empty their soul fill it with bodies bodies bodies and bodies. Beauty.
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Been there done that.

Apologizing for things one didn't do. Apologizing for words one didn't say. Apologizing for love one didn't give. Apologizing for secrets one didn't keep. Apologizing for chances one didn't give. Apologizing for one's life. Simply, apologize. Truly am sorry. Sympathetically.
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It's because i want to write again

As melancholic as a person can be, Am full of lies. Strangled by the Idea of the person that I thought was me. A melancholic lady. Or am I? Am I not blue enough? Maybe. Pain and grieving of one's should be embraced, giving the happiness and joy their value in one's story.  What is sadness? It's in our head. It's in our head. It's in our head. It's in our soul. We lied to ourselves too many times we believed in those lies. What is 'Okay' anyway?
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