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This Is Not Your Rewrite. Read Me Raw.

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Peter Pan Was Right

The quiet despair of feeling overwhelmed by life, alienated by societal expectations, and burdened by invisible pain. Longing for freedom but in a way tinged with hopelessness—the escape is bittersweet because the world is indifferent.

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Unwinning

Well, at least I learned to brace for disappointment while still being honest about wanting happiness.

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The Quiet Companion

Writing is a form of self-care—a way of befriending oneself, finding comfort, and feeling less alone through honest expression.

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A Promise in the Calm

It’s a whispered promise to myself: when the storm and the wounds stop pulling me apart, i’ll rise. Not before, not after — but exactly when my spirit says it’s time. 💫

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Living Under the Crowd’s Telescope

The line captures the pressure of living under constant scrutiny. It reflects how heavy it feels to move through the world when others treat your life like a stage and your missteps like a show. It’s not the act of minding your own business that’s difficult; it’s the weight of being monitored by those hoping you stumble.

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Borrowed Courage, Frozen Feet

It hints at a familiar human quirk: when the storm belongs to someone else, we can move with clarity, offer advice, or act bravely because we’re not tangled in the emotions, fears, or history behind it. But when the storm is ours, the winds feel personal, the rain stings, and every choice seems heavier.

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Sun’s Up, I’m Down

It’s a poetic way of showing how loneliness can become both a companion and a tormentor.

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Behind Their Borrowed Faces

How deceptive or inconsistent people can be. In a world full of masks—hidden truths, false personas, pretenders—it becomes hard to know who’s sincere and who’s faking.

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An Ache That Outlives Time

A kind of longing, love, or emotional pain that doesn’t fade — not with distance, not with years, not even after death.

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A Wound Is a Wound, Seen or Unseen

A struggling mind deserves the same compassion, acceptance, and understanding as a struggling body. It’s a call for empathy — and for recognizing that mental health is just as real and valid as physical health.

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A poetic confession:

how love arrived suddenly and powerfully — as if the universe itself sent it; romantic, fated, and awestruck, capturing both the beauty and the inevitability of falling deeply in love.

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The Mirror of Compassion

I refuse to look down on others because I recognize my inner frailty. It’s about shared human vulnerability and the quiet grace of understanding that everyone, including oneself, is imperfect.

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Trapped Behind Hello

Wanting friendship but feeling trapped by one’s own insecurities. The tone is gentle, self-aware, and sincere, showing both longing for connection and frustration at being held back emotionally.

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Out of sync with others

— feeling lost in a world where others appear to be thriving with ease.

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Disillusionment mixed with a quiet hope

— it questions the loss of sincerity in promises, yet hints at healing and resilience.

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The Prison of Me

I let my thoughts go before they get stuck inside me — like I am pretending to be free, but actually imprisoned within myself. — showing self-awareness, emotional depth, and the desire for liberation, even if only through expression.

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The Universe’s Prisoner

— the feeling of being alive physically but dead emotionally or spiritually. It’s both poetic and haunting, expressing a deep sense of being stuck in life without truly living.