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We are the Audience, Not the Soldiers.. Honestly, I’m so confused.I’ve read so many articles,heard so many opinions,and I still don’t know where the truth lies,because missiles don’t.Dead bodies don’t. I know there was a security breach.I know there were terrorists.I know innocents died.I know some facts.But what India is doing about it,or what it
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Hit me with everything you got So hard, where I can fly to be someone I’m not Hit me where everyone can cry out loud Please, give me some other reason to be all teary about The bawling reason to connect with The only reason they want to empathize with But, My bed spilled with
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The want to respect your boundaries, the little time you need with us, the not-so-cute practical you. The food with minimal spices, love for the moon and the night, likes straight long hair with some hair tucked back—so neat, so tight, the lonely howls and staying quiet for a while. This opposite human that I’ve
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Wait for the sun to set, so that it shines with a new glow tomorrow morning. Lady, you’re still stuck in the rain storms of yesterday’s mourning. Just remember the sweet scent of mud as the rain stops falling. Hey you, dawn is calling.
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Dear diary, I aspire to organize my thoughts as meticulously as I arrange my cupboard stack. I long for the satisfaction of neatly arranged clothes— knowing where my office attire rests, and where my dirty laundry hides. But I find myself uncertain about where to begin this journey with my scattered thoughts.
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When Nikhil Khamath asked, “What’s happiness for you?” I found myself procrastinating and imagining being a star on the show. So, here’s my two cents on happiness: For me, happiness right now is looking back at my life—my years of work, study, love, and family—and smiling at those memories, feeling thankful, lucky, and proud. It’s
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That ache you don’t know about- I hope you never have to. No therapy, no doctor, no wisdom, no girls’ night- nothing can cure it. It fades but stays—chronic, and ironic Every new face, every fleeting night- pretending to feel young, to feel alive- just a distraction. Like Celeste said, the journey from being a
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Sun, it’s us blended together like you and I are in love again It sets off when you leave still, I’m there behind the moon in the dark, invisible Still, I’m there hiding behind the clouds, incomplete Waiting. I’m looking into the stars, musing about the rise And then it springs up from the dark,
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That unwritten story, coloring me brown That unspoken mind, questioning the town The drum-roll of perceptions, pulling me down That untied lace I’m dragging around dreaming the fall, waiting to hug my ground.
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We often see posts about moving on, painting with our tears, growing through unrequited love, and embracing scars and differences. But what about being madly in love? Might be around a dream of him, that imaginary husband, with two dogs and two cats, living in a small garden villa. Greens climbing up the living room
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