Journal

I write the words that I felt.

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Fact..

[sickofbeingloved]

Can't agree more...:(

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“Isn’t it a beautiful thing how we find people who can make us feel so happy, even at the times when we don’t believe in happiness at all.”

— Unknown

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And the same people pushing us down the lane to the unknown darkness 😞

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A women happily in love burns the food, while the women suffering doesn't even turns on the stove.

Know whether you were happy or not and let your love bloom.

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What is love, if it is not hard and painful surrounded by delusions, delusion of being the person that is once being loved.

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I won't lie to you

I know he's just not right for you

And you can tell me if I'm off

But I see it on your face

When you say that he's the one that you want

And you're spending all your time

In this wrong situation

And anytime you want it to stop

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Because you are the one I want to remember and relive with forever🌸

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O' Darling! Bear with me, no decision by a living man is right, for History is written only about the dead.

No man is right at the moment, for all the right man have already been dead making history.

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So many Men of colour around yet, O' Boy! I go colourblind when I am with you.

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Lots of colours in the world. Yet people wish to choose all colours (White) or no colour (Black) as their favourite. Resembling the extremes of their nature.

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I want us to entangle eachother, grow together with all the might, and flourish all the colors.

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Our love is like a wind. I can't see it but I can always feel it.

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People are strange when you're a stranger

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I often tried to write about her. But I couldn't produce a line. I knew that if that first line would come, the rest would pour itself onto the page, but I could never make it happen. Everything was so sharp and clear, so that I could never tell where to start- the way a map that shows too much can sometimes be useless.

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