How simple is it to die, my precious?
To exist solely in memories,
To cover space only in some chosen hearts,
To be that 'shining star' in someone's night sky.

But, to be alive...
Yes, this isn't as easy as living in the memories.
You just have to live a little,
under those lush green trees.
You may not be covering space in hearts,
you may be just
covering space in a lonely room.

But most importantly,
To be alive is
To be that 'someone' gazing at the
shining star in the night sky!!

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That strange, alien-like thing was doing his hardest, through the window to make her smile.
He had heard almost everything and literally her repeated rants about her past.
He was asking, "Do you love every human on this earth?" She knew the answer would be no, but still, she thought for a while.
"Why will I love everyone?"
"Which species are you going to love, by the way, if you have no affection for humans?"
"Oh my dear, if you ever stay on this planet for a long time, you will yourself reach a point where you can't even love yourself and you are talking about everyone,"Haha!

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In the dying cold cosmo-space,
all that survives is the warm ember....
how can one rely on anything else?

How can one rely on anything else,
when the only thing you feel at the end is
"The quietness of the embers' glow!"

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But then do we really leave those moments behind, if we shift to a new house?
It surprises me how the wrinkles in our face prove that time never left us physically yet the times during which these wrinkles happened left years ago.
But I never came to a conclusion about why these thoughts were haunting me since few months. Perhaps it's time to leave............

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During those times, how can I not leave everything?
Perhaps time has influenced me a lot.
𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓼, 𝓲𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓲𝓽?
If there would be the slightest possibility that you could see me while writing about leaving everything, you would go nuts. While writing about leaving everything, I was not even leaving my chair.
Is it possible to leave everything without leaving anything physically? Someone said, if you live with the same photographs hanging on those same walls, how can you ever leave those moments behind?

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Time always leaves,
isn't it ???

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The choice to either accept those heavy moments precisely as they are or to cry repeatedly over them. But then the mind never forgets pain easily. Therapists often suggest taking time to overcome ordeals.

But weren't those six years enough to get over that one tale??

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The next day, things got more intense. I was definitely not okay. However, sharing your feelings with others does not always make you feel better. There isn't always someone who will patiently hear you out.
But, at that moment, these things were not with me. The things that were with me, though, were my choices.

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On a laid-back thursday morning, as I walked into class, my heart ached.
Everyone was focused on their work. In the middle of the class, tears started rolling from my eyes. Thanks to God, nobody noticed. I suddenly recalled a traumatic incident that took place six years ago.
I then made an effort to redirect my focus elsewhere and go back to my monotonous life.

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That day, I learned a secret about my mother.
My mother apparently never learned how to ride a bicycle, according to my grandmother.

I laughed incessantly at this until I realised that the only reason I could laugh at others now, was because my mother had taught me to ride a bicycle!!!!

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