She bid me to picture the myriad possibilities
when two hearts collide, fate weaving in agonizing patterns.
Unpredictable twists of destiny carve a path marred by pain,
leading to uncharted realms of heartache and sorrow.
In the midst of what felt like cruel chance,
our life trajectories permanently scar,
as days, time, and space sync in a painful ballet.
Initially, a murky attraction,
later clarified with an undeniable sting.
Beyond reason, it morphs into an unrelenting agony,
sweeping you off your feet into a world of hurt.
A compelling force tearing you apart,
until, inevitably, unity is replaced by anguish.
This relentless force,
undeniably, is the cruel facet of destiny.

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“I do not know what to think! Maybe I'm losing my mind, but...it feels like the whole word revolves around me somehow!"

That's a lot of world for one person, qa. Sure that's not wishful thinking? You wishing you'd made something more out of yourself? Who hasn't wanted to be somebody?

“No, this is different! Everybody seems to be in on it!!”

Well, If everybody is in on it, I'd have to been in on it too. But I am not because there's no “it”.


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“I feel confused, I don't know.”
Confused? Why?

“Do you have such a feeling where people around you always tell you that you're already standing on the top of the mountain..but when the clouds scatter, you find there's another higher peak waiting for you?”

Did you suffer failures?
“After going out, I found there are so many people who work harder and are more excellent than me. It's just like a marathon race where I find all the people around are sprinting. So, I must run faster, otherwise others will surpass me. But I'm just a little bit out of breath.”

Even if you are out of breath, you won't give up the race, right?
“Hm, since I set out, I want to look at the scenery at the finish line!”

After you get to the finishing line, remember to tell me.

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_sooqa

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Individuals influence one another through diverse avenues. Sometimes through sorrowful paths, at times through distressing routes, and through manners that afflict those in their proximity.
Nevertheless, occasionally, the pebble we throw to transform ourselves can initiate a wave that extends beyond us, continuing to touch those situated across the way.

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At the age of 18, we were still growing up. We were changing and we had to embrace each other while confronting the growing pain inside us. We used to try to be the same as others and after a certain point, we all changed and started being different from each other...but why was it so hard for us to admit that we all are different in our own ways and it's the way of this world and the way of growing up?

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In this raucous and cold world, the thing that keeps the glow in life so that we feel it's worth existing is not a wise saying or a pure comment but one warm comment filled with our raw, impure feelings.

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I think I've been dreaming of the never-ending and
I know for sure that you'll take all of this pain away.
Maybe this is our part or maybe this could be a start?

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When you try to say something you really mean, all of a sudden, your head gets flooded with thoughts and you aren't able to speak anymore. When that happens, you have to breathe deeply and catch those floating thoughts one by one and when you do that, you'll realise that what you really wanted to say, boils down to two or three lines ^~^

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Let me hold your hand and embrace you.
I'm thankful for your love that has helped me shine until now. When the path was dark and when the future was bleak, I’ll remember you, who prayed for me, who protected me from getting hurt, I promise to get deeply engraved in your heart and become a leaf that wraps around you and blooms as a wonder!

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