And to write your story own story how many stories are you forced to rewrite!

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IT FELT SUFFOCATING ! My anxiety rising with each passing day. I am terrified of what might be written on our destiny.
It has been almost a month since he has moved next door.
Ruby acts like she doesn’t know who he really is as she let him live here. I am not surprised aren’t we all missing things inside the facade . Sweet and sensible on the outside but stupid on the inside or was she hiding it as well.
I hope her stupid mistake to let him here doesn’t cause anyone else to bleed out again. The news said, it was 3 innocent souls in 3 long weeks. Now, a new face lived next door, the same face that appeared lifeless in the cold, unfeeling photographs that had made the rounds. The mere thought sent shivers down my spine... THE COLD LIFELESS EYES!!!


NEMOOOOOO!!Marlin shouts from inside the ornamental plant inside the fish tank. STOP STARING AT THE FIGHTER FISH AND YOUR CRAZY MONOLOGUES, HE IS NOT WHO YOU THINK HE IS.

*pause* Nemo gives a sigh and leaves for dinner.

Bundyyyyy!!Ruby runs into the room to feed the fighter fish. Oblivious to the reality. The dark, looming reality.
NEMOOOOO!!!!!!

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My relationship with feelings is kind of like my relationship with my freestyle cooking skills.

Sometimes the it's too much sugar and sometimes it's not enough and the day it's perfect, I remember it like yesterday! And there goes confidence to overdoing it again. 🥲

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What is the most miserable that you have ever felt?
When it was so bad that I wanted to write it out.
But it was so bad that words ran out.

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Wanted a breeze;
Gust, t'was.
Storm it wasn't.
Finally, HOME was here.

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Why bad memories are well memmorized in my memory than all my other memories.

•life query•(still thinking, while another embarassing moment pops up)

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What takes seconds to build and ages to forget? The child asked.
'Home'
The wise man replied.

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'I can see the love in your eyes'
'In yours too' she replied.

No one saw my hopelessness;
The suicide note read.

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Crying for help with a smiling face!

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In the book of good tides,
Love seem to take the hardest ride.
It came in little but then more as strong.

Only the tale had more,
If you sat down to drench in the whole.
but alas! never the right eye for it all.

And for years on the seaside,
The water,you never let by your side.
Distance! a facade it all made.

The time, tide waited long;
The time was always wrong.

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