21

An author.

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I want to go out to second hand book store and buy really good underrated books and wear brown leather on a sweater weather day. Try to impress the mirror and make me feel like I lived in the centuries where once great empires stood to conquer. Maybe even pray to Greek Mythological Gods that once believed to be real and mighty.

Huh? Ain't that something?

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I used to be excited to grow up and be an adult because Hollywood films made it look so fun but now that I'm an adult I wanna go back to the days where I go out and play until the sun says goodnight and kisses the sky goodbye. Wake up before the sun greets the land and knock on my friend's door to play pretend cooking or hide and seeking.

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The thing is people don't appreciate until it's lost or over.

Lover now a stranger.

A friend turned enemy.

Happiness became anger.

A moment when it's a memory.

Peace threatened with danger.

And

A beautiful lifetime into History.

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You wanna know a sad thing about something beautiful called LOVE? Overtime it just Fades and it turns into Pain, Annoyance or worse HATE.

Yet we still Love.

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These are the kind of beds that you wanna wake up in but you still don't want to get up from.

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Comparing yourself to others is so destructive that I can't believe I still continue to do it but sometimes my head just mocks me and say "So what if they're better?! Stop thinking that bitch!" and realize how much I need that voice on a daily basis

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This pandemic made me miss everything. I miss going out to the mall just to take a stroll because I don't have the money to buy what I want or to go to a coffee shop and just stay there for hours reading or observing how people are doing their day. I miss going to second hand book stores looking for an old book that is no longer being printed. Talking to your best friend while walking on the side walk and realizing it's late. I guess being stuck at home makes you realize that the small things really matter

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I love reading long letters about you that is about who you are whether you're in a mess or not whether you have problems or the people around you are a little fucked. And I love it when you tell me that you want to meet me someday. Gosh I'm lucky that people still write letters even though there's only a handful of you. I prefer to wait for letters in the mail than chat with a random stranger who would continue to bother me for a picture obviously comcerned with the physical attributes over the in-depth personality I can show.

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I prefer having my nose stuck on books rather than on someone else's business

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Hello! I'm 21 who's trying to be an author that wants to express the desires of thy heart but my mind is in chaos so it may take time...