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𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓷 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓸𝓼, 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝔂.

[nemearah]

A love with no doubt.

A love that protects.

A love that we deserve.

[nemearah]

I love my life

You made it so bearable

We are peas in a pod

We are perfect foils

My mirror soul

The two of us become one

Too enticing to resist

No way of officially condoning my behavior

[solacesahara]

People will hate you no matter what. Just like natural disasters, it's inevitable; like some diseases, it's incurable. Their hate is just too unfathomable.

Atleast that is how I see it. It's as simple as that when you don't really want to think about it so you just sit there and accept that there is really no telling when people will like you, hate you, or acknowledge your existence.

In my young mind, hatred is far too complex so I stopped looking for answers as to why they hate me. Although sometimes I can't help myself but to think, "How COULD they hate me? How could they hate someone they barely know? Someone they never talked to? Someone they never EVER interacted with even when they were in the same room at the same time?"

I don't want to think of it as jealousy because there is nothing to be jealous of. I'm just me. I also don't see it as a competition because last time I checked, I did not sign up for one. I am here to listen, to learn, and most importantly, to live.

I was once filled with excitement to meet people who I think is like me–passionate, goal-driven, and dedicated. Instead, it was seen by some as aggressive, insanely ambitious, and indifferent. As much as I want to let it slide, it still disappoints me because what I saw back then were responsible people. Now, I'm not so sure anymore. I never really had anything against another but I felt a sense of hostility. Still, my name should not be taintly mentioned in the tables I'm not sitting at.

There was nothing but admiration for the past years but I guess the story will twist and turn one to be the center of repressed intense wheel of emotions and the punching bag of ridiculous assertions.

[nemearah]

"If only I could take your pain away and wear it as my own, I would, without hesitation at all."

[nemearah]

"His kindness pained me. I should have returned it but did not. I should have been flattered but was not. I did not want his attention."

[nemearah]

"After she had gone, her face lingered like perfume."

[nemearah]

"He smiled as if he were about to pay a flattering but false compliment."

[nemearah]

"His eyes came to rest on me like a butterfly on a flower and I could not keep from blushing."

[nemearah]

A message from you lightens up my mood where you remind me of my favorite food.

[nemearah]

Your voice can calm my chaotic mind,

in a way that no one else can define.

[nemearah]

Admired you the most; to you,

I was blatantly hones.

[nemearah]

My intentions are pure & innocent

I meant no harm nor detriment.

Will this be consider as a crime? Even if its just in the shortest time.

[nemearah]

Your flowery words can lost me in the woods

though I like it the most, it haunts me like a ghost.

[nemearah]

Through the night,

to this captivating site.

As I write

letters will reunite.

And the idea of you is to ignite of what would

have might.

[nemearah]

Ever wonder why sometimes you see no stars?

I think it's hiding beneath those eyes.

[nemearah]

In the darkness, you're the light

& my elegant, bloodless, gentle knight.

[nemearah]

Drowning in your eyes, full of suprise.

Where million of butterflies in my stomach arise.