The good and the bad are only as subjective as the person drawing the line that separates both.

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for all the worldly sizes
love comes in,
some of us hardly
find a fit.
either too large
or too small
but never quite enough.
no, let us not blame love;
for, it's all dumb luck.
maybe we're all dumb enough
but just not lucky.
though in this existence,
you must learn to hold hands
with your bits and pieces.
you will have to stitch, glue
and whatever
to put them back together,
to make things half-empty whole,
and the broken, breathing.
and no,
this isn't just self-love,
this is how
you survive,
and that
is
important.

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it's sad how things of happiness or joy always belongs to the past or the future but never to the now. happiness is always happening, unfolding right in front of us while we're too occupied to care. i don't think there's a more special occasion than being alive is. this moment is special. period.

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the truths we seek come at a cost, and mine a heartbreak.

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oh there burns a desire
in the flames of famed words.
no man ever knew
or ever would,
for the expectations
always fly an inch high
however swift or strong
your wings be.

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you never wished me good.
for even when you left, you didn't care to take your memories along. oh you know to hit where it hurts, don't you?

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the night draws closer
and the regret of an another wasted day
would soon show up too.
more failures to our names
that victories can hardly ever surpass.
regrets soaring high
and expectations even higher.
decisions taking left at
every chance of a possible right.
hope is nothing but a word
for our ears to soothe on.
but then -
as much as failures are ours to own,
the battles are too ours to be won.
so come the dawn,
comes the confidence
we'll be up
again and above than the previous.
for it is our normal,
our new normal.

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It's been long since I stopped wishing for strength. I, now, only yearn to survive the conundrum. I do not know if I'll ever get to overpower but with each passing day, I may well be good rather just survive, and that should be okay.

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like a star past its prime,
now i burn not to shine.
but to tell myself,
i'm one.

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You left me some two months back
for reasons you no longer remember;
not a word, not a bye.

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