Your first identity was silence .Everything else is noise you learned to scream just to prove you exist.

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Human emotions are unique,
The peak of happiness is crying—because joy never arrives without a knife in its back,
And the peak of sadness is laughing—because pain loves to wear a clown’s mask.

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We don’t trust the face,
we trust the memory of laughter.
We don’t reach for the hand,
we reach for the warmth it once gave.

The heart is a foolish historian —
it archives the smiles,
burns away the betrayals,
and sings lullabies to old wounds.

We chase old ghosts,
not because we are blind,
but because healing feels lonelier
than the hurt we once survived.

Nostalgia can blur the past,
but it cannot change the truth:
Some doors closed,
not to end your journey,
but to protect your path.

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In the digital age, love is just another app—easy to download, hard to update, and everyone skips the terms and conditions

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The equation of conditional affection states that In today's world, love resembles a mathematical equation: I remain the constant, while you are the variable. And just like in algebra, every variable eventually becomes an ex."

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They said, “Give it time, let it grow,”
So I watered a seed that would never show.
I poured my trust like rain on stone,
Waiting for something that’s never home.

At first, it sparkled, felt so right,
Like a flame that warms but burns too bright.
I held it close, I held it dear,
But things that shine can disappear.

I’ve seen the masks, the well-played roles,
How silence speaks where stories fold.
How eyes can shine yet still deceive,
And sweetest words can make you bleed.

I’ve walked this road, I’ve played my part,
Mistook a spark for something sharp.
But fire that’s real will never fear,
It stays, it lasts, it won’t disappear.

So take your promises, let them fade,
Like whispers lost in the wind they made.
Real love would have fought, would have stayed,
But you walked away—so I won’t wait.

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Telling doesn’t guarantee hearing,
Showing doesn’t guarantee seeing.
Giving doesn’t guarantee receiving,
And loving doesn’t guarantee believing.

Trying doesn’t guarantee succeeding,
Caring doesn’t guarantee healing.
Waiting doesn’t guarantee staying,
And hoping doesn’t guarantee praying.

Life moves without guaranteeing meaning,
Yet we keep going, trusting in being.

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ప్రతి కోపం వెనుక ఓ లోతైన ప్రేమ ఉంటుంది
ప్రతి మాట వెనుక ఓ ఆలోచనల గుండ్రంగా ఉంటుంది
ప్రతి స్వార్థం వెనుక ఓ గాఢమైన ఇష్టం ఉంటుంది
ప్రతి బాధ వెనుక ఓ చిరునవ్వుల జ్ఞాపకం ఉంటుంది

ప్రతి అబద్ధం వెనుక ఓ ఆవేదనతో కూడిన భయం ఉంటుంది
ప్రతి తపన వెనుక ఓ అమితమైన యుద్ధం ఉంటుంది
ప్రతి నిజం వెనుక ఓ నమ్మకంతో నిండిన ప్రపంచం ఉంటుంది
ప్రతి గెలుపు వెనుక ఓ పాడైన ఓటమి లెఖ్చరం ఉంటుంది

ప్రతి ఓటమి వెనుక ఓ మేల్కొలుపు గుణపాఠం ఉంటుంది
ప్రతి త్యాగం వెనుక ఓ స్వచ్ఛమైన తీపి గుర్తు ఉంటుంది
ప్రతి ఎదురుదెబ్బ వెనుక ఓ దారుణమైన అవకాశం దాగి ఉంటుంది
ప్రతి ప్రేమ వెనుక ఓ పూర్తి జీవితం రాసుకుంటుంది

ఇలా ప్రతి కోణంలో ఒక కథ ఉంటుంది
మన జీవితం వెనుక ఒక అద్భుతమైన గమ్యం ఉంటుంది!

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The Weight of Pain

Pain sits heavy, a shadowed throne,
A quiet ache that feels like home.
It whispers doubts, it stirs the past,
And makes each moment seem too vast.

A tiny ant, so small, so slight,
Clings to its life with all its might.
No thought of why, no time for despair,
It fights for a spark it knows is there.

But here we stand, with minds so grand,
Bound by fears we don’t understand.
Memories claw, imagination burns,
And every step feels like it turns.

Pain is sharp, it shapes, it molds,
It tightens its grip, it takes, it holds.
Yet within the hurt, a light persists,
A voice that whispers: “You exist.”

Not for others, not for their gaze,
But for the beauty in your own days.
Like the ant, rise despite the fall,
Your pain may scream, but life still calls.

Through the ache, through the fight,
Your soul still burns, it holds its light.
Let pain be fuel, not chains to bind,
And find the strength within your mind.

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Life changes like the seasons, full of surprises. To be shocked by them is like being surprised when winter turns to spring.

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