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"The tears paid the price for the sins my eyes committed."

~September 🤍🖋

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I spent half a decade of my life gazing at the moon from afar, wondering if I could ever hold it. Yet, in my own longing, I somehow forgot the price it took to realize that I was never the only one captivated by its golden glow.

~September 🤍🖋

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"You don't realize how much you love him until the tears yelling his name run down your throat, hurting it from the inside out. Until something twitches inside your stomach and you have to clutch it so hard that your nails leave a mark—leaving you hollow and full, all at the same time."

~September 🤍🖋

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​I didn't know there were glaciers behind those curtains of my vision, until the ice melted and dripped, stinging the place that once used to be crinkled with joy.

~September 🤍🖋

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I hate the man I love...

~September 🤍🖋

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​"When you start loving someone so deeply that you don't realize whether you love the man, love the love, or love the grief it comes with."

~September 🤍🖋

[september-writingwithtears]

​"When you start loving someone so deeply that you don't realize whether you love the man, love the love, or love the grief it comes with."

~September 🤍🖋

[september-writingwithtears]

"I feel the hollow of my throat aching with the lies I have preached to the world... And the most hilarious part? I am so good at it that they believed me."

~September 🤍🖋

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Something I wrote in my unfinished novel...

"I saw his pic today, just to see how much more mature he had become—only to feel that pin pricking my throat again, aching devastatingly.

I tried to control the heavy waterfalls I shed every time. I yearned to yell so hard that my throat would start burning. The flames of my unrequited love—I actually want to feel them inside my body.

He says he feels the warmth of the people who truly love him, but how do I tell him that I burn every day, turning every part of me into ashes so he can feel the peace?

Yet I can't blame him, because how can you blame a man whom you have never met?"

~September 🤍🖋

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A Raw draft from my unfinished novel that i was once writing...

"You have seen so much chaos in your life. You are an artist, Noah. You have seen fans screaming your name, people shouting and fainting. You have seen so much noise and drama that you now crave silence. But I have seen enough silence in my life that whenever I am in a quiet place, it makes me realize how vulnerable I am just because one person doesn't know about my existence. And it makes me weak... I don't want to be weak, Noah... I say every single time that I love being single. He is not even my ideal type. But only I KNOW how much I love him. I truly love him a lot. Why can't anyone fucking understand?

I just asked for one thing: LOVE.

I lost myself, and it was the most silent thing that ever happened. I am tired of explaining that I am not a mere fan; he is not just a crush. I am tired of explaining my version of God.

I am fucking exhausted.

I just want to breathe for once.

I can't see him with someone else who isn't me, Noah. It fucking hurts through my whole body.

I can't... breathe."

[september-writingwithtears]

A paragraph from the novel I was writing...

"But my eyes were still blinking rapidly to wash away the weight my lashes were carrying. I didn't even know whether the tears were actually dripping or if it was just water falling from the shower. But I could feel how my eyes crinkled due to pain and how strongly I clutched my chest, beneath which my shattered heart was lying. That's when I realized how devastatingly I am in love with a man who doesn't know me... yet."

~September 🤍🖋

[september-writingwithtears]

"I didn't realize when the salt of my tears turned into the sand of a desert, and the desert turned into an ocean."

~September 🤍🖋 (29.May.2026) (12:45 AM IST)

[september-writingwithtears]

My Saiyaara🤍

He is rich.

He is popular.

Surrounded by girls, guarded by fame—

everything most hearts admire, everything they claim.

Yet I wish he were normal, simple, unseen,

no riches, no crowds, no spotlight between.

Because maybe then, just maybe somehow,

he would have looked at me, noticed me now.

But then I pause, my thoughts confused—

if he were ordinary, less admired, less pursued,

would I have seen him the way I do today,

or would this love have quietly slipped away?

Yet I bless the stars that made him bright,

for without that glow, that borrowed light,

I might have never learned his name,

Never felt this quite flame,

Never loved him all the same.

~September

[september-writingwithtears]

"Waiting suffocates you, especially when you know that no matter what you do, he might never see you. And yet, holding onto that 0.01% hope of 'what if?' brings a smile that can make your whole day."

~September 🤍🖋

[september-writingwithtears]

I am still waiting because it is much more beautiful to die with the hope of 'us' rather than moving on with the man whose soul doesn't reflects you.

~September 🤍🖋

[september-writingwithtears]

My Saiyaara🤍

He is rich.

He is popular.

Surrounded by girls, guarded by fame—

everything most hearts admire, everything they claim.

Yet I wish he were normal, simple, unseen,

no riches, no crowds, no spotlight between.

Because maybe then, just maybe somehow,

he would have looked at me, noticed me now.

But then I pause, my thoughts confused—

if he were ordinary, less admired, less pursued,

would I have seen him the way I do today,

or would this love have quietly slipped away?

Yet I bless the stars that made him bright,

for without that glow, that borrowed light,

I might have never learned his name,

Never felt this quite flame,

Never loved him all the same.

~September

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