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Tag: #life

  • The Text That Never Came

    And suddenly it’s 3 a.m.and I find myself on my bed, alone,with tears running down my face.I’m staring at my phone,waiting to get that “I miss you” text—but I know that will never be the case. How am I supposed to move on?How am I supposed to pretendlike nothing is wrong?It feels like my whole…

  • My Therapist

    My therapist asked me to describe pain. “It tastes like metal,” I said—like the tang of blood you can’t spit out,the kind that lingers at the back of your throatlong after the wound is made. It smells like raintrapped in a room with no windows—damp, heavy, refusing to leave. It sounds like a door closing…

  • How Much More?

    Hmm… tell me—how much more of myself must I spillbefore you notice the mess I’m drowning in? How many nights must I trade for morningsthat never bring your warmth?How many breaths must I hold backso you can keep breathing easy? Tell me,how much more of these tearsmust I wastefor my cries to finallyreach your ears?…

  • What do you want from life?

    What do you want from life?One of the rainy sunsetAs I sat there at the back of my front door So sad I was just sittingComplaining about life Then my inner voice asked me”What do you want from life?”I just want to cuddle with happiness I want to Kindle my success I want so much…

  • For My Life…

    I’d love I’d laugh I’d leaveAnd I’d live For my life I’d smile though the painI’d go extra mile just to stop the rainI’d jump off the trainAnd I’d wipe off the drainFor my life Leave no stone unturned Get back before I return Count one to ten Until it’s my turn For my life…

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