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Dear Mom and Dad,

I don't wanna be a part of this family anymore. Your legacy is too heavy and it was never meant for the shoulders of the little kid I used to be. Bury the past. Free my future.

I've a whole collection of pictures and notes which is called THINGS I WISH TO FORGET and then I'm like, you dumb idiot if you actually wanted to forget it why save it? If you really wanna forget the past years, why reminisce them like they happened yesterday? Why save it in songs and playlists and pictures and notes?

And I really want an answer to that question.

Either I am shedding my ego or my dignity overtime. When I was 15, I had this arrogance about my pain, that it is mine and mine only to deal with. I had this confidence that, yes, I'll make a life for me that I'd be proud of, I don't need no god. But as I grow older, I'm not so confident anymore, I don't think that I and I only can solve my problems like they say about the travellers with baggage. So maybe it's the baggage or maybe I just grew tired too soon but now, I don't care if it's superficial, I want to believe in the universe and pray for myself. I'm not so proud anymore, if begging can get me what I want then, please, please give it to me. But that's the irony, begging or not, I still don't get what I want. I still have to work twice as hard to get half as much. That's the cruelty of the universe.

That's the glory of absence, it immortalizes and glorifies people. It's in their absence that we wish to have them in any which way. Half, full, empty, angry. But the truth is, however much you wish you JUST have someone in your life. It isn't enough when you do have that them.

Poetry I wrote(10)

Time passes.

I do stuff.

Some of it matters.

Some of it doesn’t.

But just because something doesn’t matter doesn’t mean it’s not worth doing.

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Poetry I wrote(9)

Suddenly the town was too small.

I hated it.

I loathed it.

The closeness of people; suffocating.

The tangled lives; confusing.

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Poetry I wrote(8)

Time isn’t perfect.

It’s not neat and tidy.

It’s not a straight line.

It’s not a precise science.

It overlaps and crosses over and splinters and gets lost.

It’s not a concept!

Sometimes it’s a spark.

Sometimes it’s a fire.

Sometimes it’s a moment.

Sometimes it’s an eternity.

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Poetry I wrote(7)

Sometimes, I think I don’t know who I am. Maybe the song I listened to this morning or the web series I watched last night or the book I read the other day or the person I met last week.

A bundle of personality traits.

An endless collection of characters.

Do you know who you are?

Are you a real, actual person?

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Poetry, I wrote(6)

People see you and think they know you. Parents want to believe they know their daughters. Siblings want to believe they know their sisters. Husbands want to believe they know their wives. And in this world of make-believe, society wants to believe they know the character of a woman, any woman.

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Poetry, I wrote(5)

Good girls aren’t loud.

They don’t sit like that.

They don’t carry themselves that way.

They don’t, they don’t, they don’t.

And sometimes love isn’t beautiful if it doesn’t lets you be who you are.

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Poetry, I wrote(4)

“Don’t push your luck!”,

They said

“If I don’t get to push it, what’s the point of it?”,

I replied

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Poetry, I wrote(3)

I longed to get away from here.

I don’t know yet, where I’ll go but somewhere.

Near the horizon, around the corner.

A life unspent, waiting to explode.

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Poetry, I wrote(2)

The world is huge. The sky is infinite and the land is endless. But this sprawling expanse of buildings doesn’t have a place for you, yet. However big the world maybe, you gotta make your place. For yourself, by yourself.

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Poetry, I wrote(1)

People come and go, they influence you but they can’t change who you fundamentally are. This, precisely this, is your DNA. It flows through you and this is who you’re. Inherently or otherwise.

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feels

Isn't it crazy that we so want something but can't have it because we know for fact that it won't work?

but then isn't that how you think about everything?

that self-imposed exile?

that skipped date?

that excuse for not doing things?

you denial yourself

why?

#denial #i feel like shit #all too well #all the feels

"I don't hear about what to do, no. I don't wanna do it just to do it for you."

~Imagine Dragons