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there is no point in being a girl. a girl will always be questioned about her dreams, her choices, her thoughts and her decisions. always. there is no point in being a girl when the mother who gave birth to you despises you, and loves her son more. because you are the daughter, he is the son. a mother wont believe in her own daughter, her dreams and her choices. how am i suppose to love myself when the one who cut seven layers of her stomach to bring me into this world doesn't. where did i go wrong as a daughter, where did i lack, or its just that i wasn't a son. her elder son, her first child. where did i go wrong, they never supported me for my choices and when i failed, i was taunted about it a thousand of times. every child fails, do u also turn your back on your own child? your own flesh and blood? Maybe its because I'm a girl. a girl with dreams, choices of my own, thoughts of my own. but I'm still a girl, not a boy. even if i was a lot kinder than her first child, more helping, more present than him, i still was not enough. i wish daughters were only born in households where they are wanted. i hope no girl has to feel unwanted in her own home. but I'm glad, my dad is kinder than my mom. he stands for me, supports me. this is more than enough.

[zz-shi]

You can always recognize someone who has suffered, they listen more than they speak.

-Sh𝚒

[marijaspoetryyy]

too heartless for the emotional too emotional for the heartless

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Do you ever see people of your own age going trips with there bf, hanging out, sharing hobbies and activities and living the time of their life, while you have never even help hands.

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And for you, i only wish for you to still see the world with same the innocence and love you did as a child, with same hopefulness and it will be okay heart as you did as 15 year old. You are still me and I’m still you, and that truly is one of the greatest things.

[leosdooley]

KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER.

when i grow up i want to be a list of further possibilities, chen chen // the picture of dorian gray, oscar wilde // the worm kings lullaby, richard siken // limer3ence // bleuts, maggie nelson // tonight i can write, pablo neruda // the crucible, arthur miller // when i grow up i want to be a list of further possibilities, chen chen // untitled, margaret schnabel // waiting room, phoebe bridgers

[we-live-so-we-love]

And this is for my only human, aka the one who posted everything till now. This is my first writing here, I guess. I was too afraid to share my emotions so openly but my human being inspired me.

So for you my heart, soul and body is always available when you want to cry until you can't. I'll listen to you all night long no matter what it is. Just know this. Let's get lost in some other world. This one ain't good enough. One with magic in it's air. One with auroras everywhere. One with the clearest sky. Let's sit and just talk. I'm always there just one word you need to say, San. That's it.

P.S: I live so I love you

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ठहर

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Every person to whom i have given nothing but unconditional and endless love, without even thinking about myself once has stabbed in my back. Every single person.

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Empathy, my favourite emotion

Where do I learn it from?

I learn it from my mother, when she insists on leaving the video call on for the whole night because her daughter can’t sleep.

From my papa, who sits with me through my sadness and tells me, I’m capable of doing it, that I can do it.

From that kind stranger who gives you a gentle smile, two souls exchanging warmth without knowing each other.

From my best friend, who keeps asking me, are you okay? Did you eat? Did you drink water?

From myself, for simply being me.

It’s love, all of this is love. Empathy is love, love is empathy.

The natural instinct that comes from within, to be gentle, to treat gently, sheer tenderness of soul to feel and care, is empathy.

I love empathy, i hope everybody can too.

[blogimaliveposts]

Some friendship you carry them in your heart, you carry them with you. Then one day you don’t. Only the feeling of disrespect remains, with all the unexpressed love.

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नंगे पैरों पे अंगारों चलती रही

लगता है के ग़ैरों में मैं पलती रही

ले चल वहाँ जो मुल्क तेरा है

जाहिल ज़माना दुश्मन मेरा है

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Even when life feels overwhelming,

The stars remind us to keep looking up

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I hope my little self will never ever stop believing that kindness exists in this world. I will never stop believing in that. Kindness exists because I exist, kindness exists because my mother exists. Kindness exists and I’m the bloomed answer of kindness. I was able to choose to be alive again and again because of the kindness that was poured in me. There are unkind people, but there are kind people too. And I’m the witness. Kindness exists, it always will. People have been unkind through it all, but i choose to be the same. And one day may all kindness of kind people be appreciated by the same kind of people or even the unkind, who learn it.

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I hope you find little strength for your heart.

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I lie down everyday in hope that someday pain will be understood, emotions will be felt the same way they pierce through my soul with each word said. Empathy will be carried like shadow. My heart can’t be otherwise. Empathy is creeped on the walls of my heart.

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I’m young and I loved you too much