So many mundane days, so many extraordinary days.
So much pain, so much joy.
So many failed attempts, so many successful moments.
Only for them to be summed up as a tiny dash between years on a lonely cross.
Six feet under, returning to what I was created of.

I can't help but wonder, what is all these for?

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When I think of love,
I see hugs from behind when he's making me breakfast,
I see light kisses on my forehead and face every time we hug,
I see holding hands under the table when we're having lunch with our friends or family.

When I think of love,
I picture us lying on a picnic blanket while looking at the sky,
I picture me rambling on about the book I'm obsessed with and him listening to me while stealing glances at my lips,
I picture us watching his favourite team play even if I know nothing about football.

When I think of love,
I imagine ‘face lit up and wide grin’ hellos,
I imagine 'don't want to let go hugs' of good-bye,
I imagine finding comfort in each other during bad days.

When I think of love, my soul aches for its missing part.

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In a world buzzing with talks of war and politics, I seek talks that delve into the essence within.

I want to talk about the songs that rouse your soul.
I want to know if you believe in reincarnation or if you think we fade into nothingness.
I want to ask you moral dilemma questions, to get a glimpse of your soul's core.
I want to know where you find your ground amidst life's chaos.
I want to talk about the fears that haunt you and your dreams of hope for tomorrow.
And I want to tell you all about the stuff that makes me me.

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When I meet my reflection in the mirror, whispers of fear start to rise.
I see a face, a bit like mine staring back at me.
Eyes akin to mine but with a trace of wrinkles.
Lips that bear a resemblance to mine but at the corners of hers, laugh lines are etched deep.
I force a smile and her lips curve too but there's a chill in hers.
Then I am me again, just me...

Subtly and slowly, I am turning into the one who bore me
And it petrifies me.

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Goodbye to what it was and what it could have been.
In this life and the next, I hope we never meet again.

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A pause in the tempest...
For a moment, my brain didn't flick through the montages of the past.
For a split second, the fears for the future didn't daunt to drown me.
For a heartbeat, as fleeting as it was, silence reigned.

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I have felt the flames of passion, deep in my being, igniting every part of me from a single touch.
I have looked at eyes, the color of molten honey, and saw an eternity of bliss.
I have welcomed light amidst the shadows of where my once-secrets dwelled.
But after all this time, I'm afraid, I don't know love.

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I could tattoo on my skin all the reasons why I love you but there wouldn't be enough parts to write on.
I could paint the sky with words as to why you make my soul sing but still, there wouldn't be enough space.
I will give you two words instead...I love you, just because.

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