He put a gun to his head and tried to pull the trigger with his broken finger. His finger ached. 'Soon all this pain will be gone', he thought. But when he finally managed to pull the trigger, it was empty...and he was left with more pain...

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Those stab wounds won't heal unless you pull out the object that caused the wound.

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You prefer chaos over peace because the moment the chaos settles, you get a space to think and the voices start creeping in, triggering your overthinking and anxiety.

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You have been broken so many times that you started fixing others with those broken pieces...

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There are people who have never been anyone's priority.
Never been loved back.
Never got a warm hug.
Never been told 'I am proud of you'.
Never got the privilege of someone sacrificing their time for.
Never known the joy of being considered by someone...
They are the 'giving' people who have never 'received' anything back.

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You are just a pitstop for broken people who need fixing. And the worst part is.... Once fixed, nobody stays at a pitstop.

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Wounds heal.
Scars fade.

But the pain
gets engraved into your heart
and never leaves.

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സ്വന്തം ജീവിതത്തിൽ സന്തോഷം കണ്ടെത്താൻ ബുദ്ധിമുട്ടി നിൽക്കുമ്പോൾ ആണ് സന്തോഷത്തിൻ്റെ വെളിച്ചം മറ്റൊരാളുടെ കണ്ണിൽ ഉണ്ടാക്കുന്ന തിളക്കം കാണാൻ കഴിഞ്ഞത്. അന്ന് മനസ്സിലാക്കി, മറ്റൊരാളുടെ സന്തോഷത്തിൽ സന്തോഷം കണ്ടെത്തുന്നതിൻ്റെ ലഹരി.

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We build barriers around us for every person we talk to.
For some, we break those barriers fully.
For some, we keep glass barriers to let them see us, but at the same time not let them get too close to us.
But for some, we don't have barriers. We just lock ourselves up and pretend we don't exist.

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To some people, you are just a food. They feed on you until they're full and ignore you till they become hungry again...

To some, you are like a charger. They seek you only when they feel low...

To some, you are a trash bin. A place to dump their traumas...

Yes, you are useful. Maybe a bit too overused.

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