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[inmybook]

My story hasn't started yet. I exist but that's not a worthy enough story to tell. Mustn't I fall in time or fall in love, mustn't I wage a war or be in one, mustn't I enter an unwelcomed castle to be a story written and sung by every mouth. Days pass and I visit the same places with the same body, posing as an unsolved puzzle to attract the trouble, all in the desire to have my own story to tell. My tale filled with whispers and screams, kisses and wars and a passionate love ready to burn at my feet. If only I could go back in time and rule the forest abandoned by gods, wearing delicate clothes under the armour, wield a sword with elegance and wit, while my lover pledges his loyalty on his knees. I'd be feared and loved and have the finest story to tell.

-inmybook

[inmybook]

It'll take a long time for me to forget the lies I told myself about you.

-inmybook

[inmybook]

There’s a certain high you get from fooling the world into thinking you’re the lamb instead of the rabid wolf.

-S T Abby (Mindf*ck series)

[inmybook]

If i had to explain love, I wonder how many names I'd take to make it make sense.

-inmybook

[inmybook]

Every person I knew were like stars in the sky. They existed without the knowledge of others, shining their brightest until I saw her. Somehow she made a background out of all the people I've ever known. She became my sun and I've never been able to look her in the eye ever since.

-inmybook

[inmybook]

I want to meet you again in this lifetime and fall in love with you. Again. Get the timing right this time. There's still so much love left in me that was meant for you and i cannot give it to anyone else. It is spilling out of my heart with each tear but I cannot consciously give it to some other person. I must love you right to love anyone else in future. It seems like my mind is hyperfixated on the idea of loving just you. Anyone else in the future must know you to love me right. They say it's not healthy to live in the past but what does it matter to me, I must love you a second time.

-inmybook

[inmybook]

I could someday love him. But peace is an expensive price to pay for such an uncertain event. He could love me back but it will never be as good as I imagined it. Dreaming is a curse in a way, nothing lives up to the world I've created for myself and no one has loved me enough to pull me out of this delusion.

-inmybook

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[inmybook]

I take a paper to write a letter and stare at the empty page. I write a letter telling a million times that I'm not like my father and then fold the letter the way he did. May be there's more of him in me than just his anger. I write the letter and give it to my father and he just stares at the letter, at how it's folded.

-inmybook

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[inmybook]

I want a home where I laugh with tears in my eyes, cry and sob without hiding myself, walk around leaving footprints. A home where I'm not scared if I drop a glass accidentally, where I can jump and sing on my bed, where I don't have to worry about my posture, where i let my kids write on the wall, have food fights, make memories. A home where I don't have to walk on egg shells.

No! I want my home to be messy. Like me. I want my home to look like I live there.

-inmybook

[inmybook]

Walk properly, don't touch that, don't scream, don't wear that, be polite, sit properly, dress modestly, speak softly, you're gonna break that, don't break that, sneeze softly, smile , don't sulk, don't complain, others have it worse, we had it worse, you should be grateful...

I don't want to be an adult treated like a child and I didn't have to be a child expected behave like an adult.

-inmybook

[inmybook]

A part of me always fantasizes about waking up to nightmares. Cause I'm exhausted of all the bliss of the world, that i've started to dream of poetic misery. Never healing stab in the heart.

-inmybook

[inmybook]

You complete the scars on my body. As in, your scars fit mine perfectly and leave a pathway to trace.

-inmybook

[inmybook]

Ever since you left me , its been an inevitable journey of forgetting you.

-inmybook

[inmybook]

I wrote about you. Mostly about you. So many pages. I buried it deep for the plants to read and narrate the story like it's theirs. Like it's them you looked at. Like its them you admired. Like its them you loved.

I wanted them to read it, to praise it and worship it like it's them you touched.

I wanted you to be an emotion felt by every living being and I wanted to be the one to write it down.

I wanted to be the one that was brave and foolish enough to call it love.

-inmybook

[inmybook]

How I love you has nothing to do with how you love me but how I treat you has everything to do with how you treat me.

-inmybook

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[inmybook]

I've never cried in front of anyone. It's a kind of undressing and I don't want anyone to know I've got the same skin, that it gets burnt, it gets cut and the scars remain. It's like giving a knife to someone and hoping that they won't use it.

-inmybook

[inmybook]

We talk a lot. But all I ever hear even in silence is my mother asking what my weight is and my father asking what my score is.

She taught me to always look presentable.

He taught me to always be knowledgeable.

And I'm torn between choosing one and choosing both. I'm torn between proving that I care about one more than other.

-inmybook

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