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You are the only poison, I am willing to drink.

Funny how another person’s misfortune can make you realize what you have.

Helpless yet hopeful.

I know it hurts when I hold on tight—maybe I’m too afraid to lose it.

For me, he was the ocean and in him, I wanted to drown.

You can't heal in the same environment where you got sick.

The absolute audacity to leave what we love the most.

Sometimes we are more sincere to our regrets than to the radiance of the love we left behind.

Calm outside, turbulent within.

Alive outside, dead inside.

Love is never about being perfect, but about realising the imperfections.

How can love be ephemeral? Lust is.

Home is always where we live and love deeply.

When I am buried six feet under, the bugs will taste NOTHING.

The winner of nothing.

The lover of nothing.

As a final act of love, I chose to love myself.

We all carry the urge to find someone who never complains but completes us.

Art was and is always an act of rebellion.

The rebellion where ego, pride, and injustice die and peace, kindness, and humanity live.

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