I unleash the door to my heart to unblock the words from you to go inside me. Even after unleashing, my blood vessels are not pumping blood. So, don't come to my graveyard, who at least can't pump it's own blood, how can it pump your thoughts ?

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Let me free the wings of thousands of people, i caged in my thoughts.

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That person is not the same person that gives you a hand every time you go alone somewhere. You let go of the energies that give you limiting beliefs and unknown fears. Each day you pass by someone, you learn or ignore their taste and preferences. After every teachable moment, you notice different micro-expressions in things. You gain your emotional maturity. You believe more in truth than impressionism. You are not afraid of being misunderstood anymore. You change. You understood your worth is not for "debate". You have learned that not every presence is soothing, and every absence is a loss. Each day you choose to forgive yourself for all the mis-steps you have never taken but are a victim of. You’re learning to hold your own hand through the darkness. To be your own safe place when the world feels cold. And the most beautiful part? You’ve stopped searching for home in others. Because now you carry within.

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Maybe the child in you didn’t vanish but was hidden under layers of expectations and quiet heartbreaks. And slowly, without asking, you started choosing what was “safe,” what pleased others, what hurt less, even if it cost you joy. You might’ve started detaching the day you felt misunderstood, the day you cried alone, or the day your laughter didn’t match the room. That was the day you decided, maybe I need to protect myself. And it didn’t happen all at once. It was in small betrayals of self: when you didn’t speak up, when you laughed to feel belong, when you stopped asking "why not?" and started asking "what will they think?" Maybe the detachment didn’t happen all at once. Maybe it began the first time you were told “don’t cry,” when crying was all you knew to do. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be this way. Or maybe it was, so you could find your way back. When showing your real self felt like too much of a gamble. You’re strong enough to go back for her. Not to become her again, but to finally let her breathe beside the you that exists today.You didn’t detach. You evolved, so that one day, like today, you could remember and return.

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learnt when you felt out of love from your loved ones.

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A stranger always stays a stranger.

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How memories of people overlap. How their image collapses in the brain. How the heart blurs feelings. How time fades. We cannot tell if it was six years ago or five. People are on time, never early, never late. We stir in the milk of brain memory. We are not who we are to anyone. Perception keeps changing. But why? Memories, emotions, and time are fluid inside us. Sometimes we remember lovingly, sometimes coldly. Sometimes we wonder, "Did I imagine their goodness?"
The brain does not keep people in folders like a computer. It does not store a person; it stores a thousand versions, a smell, a smile, a word, a silence. A sketch, fading but never vanishing.
The heart blurs feelings because it is a poor archivist. That is why what once hurt can later feel tender, or vice versa. In memory, people freeze at certain right moments. We have never fully met anyone. Every meeting, every memory reshapes us. We do not know who they truly are to us. We do not know who we are to anyone. We just carry shifting, fragile versions of everything.

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1. The people who ignored you, they don't deserve your energy.
2. The way you forgive people, the way you forget to hurt you have experienced.

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Give to those who value and respect what you offer. Stop calling them, who doesn't want to respond. Don't let your energy get invested in someone who sees you as an empty space, when you are full of energy bubbles.

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The "art of getting ignored"
I smiled at his jokes in a group dynamic, but my sound of smile is unnoticed. I doubt myself as I am invisible there. I reply with eyes, he skims it. I wait with hope, he scrolls me. I care a little extra, he forgets a little quicker.I spoke with stars in my voice,
but you had your eyes on passing clouds. I sent warmth in cold texts, he replied with read receipts.

When you're ignored, you're forced to listen to your own worth. Being ignored is not always a reflection of your value. I used to water dead plants thinking love was enough.Now I water my own roots.Being ignored is like the universe is saying “Come back home to yourself.”

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