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Joined 7 June 2017


Hey !
Joined 7 June 2017
29 NOV 2022 AT 19:21

Playing "Courtyard Apocalypse" from Harry Potter -

Dear YQ,
Thank you for saving me on nights I thought I would slit my wrists ,
Thank you for letting my words find a frame to breathe.

Maybe you were a platform for sure, but sometimes platforms like these are crossovers to getting closer to our soul.



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8 NOV 2022 AT 20:08

1.Time travel is real.
2.Now you know what you want and why you want it so much.

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8 NOV 2022 AT 1:55

Freedom is where I can truly be me. Freedom is having the fear of judgement and still be who I am.
And I know a long journey awaits me, hence.

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6 NOV 2022 AT 17:47

When I had nothing, I was happy.
As I started asking for more, I grew unhappier. May be I wasn't asking the right things or maybe I was simply investing my happiness on the wrong ones. I guess it's pretty much the same thing.

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4 NOV 2022 AT 22:50

I wanted to do a google search /about chickens having emotions /at first it seemed funny cause animals -/ haven't they always been dumb?/hens-pigs-horses-hare- does it matter? trust humans and end up /in houses for slaughter /where they are diced up/ for food , for money in lots and tonnes / the sickest part is that/Some of them don't even come from /a natural environment
they are bred /fake birth, fake parents, fake concept of freedom
which doesn't even last a day /
they learn to squeal and they learn to cluck/ but it's only until they are boxed /and loaded in trucks
/I wonder/ poor humans / eating the fear that once gripped the brainless hares / and calling it a delicacy/ such a shame / but they never care.

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1 NOV 2022 AT 17:35

I hope you are more considerate than the last couple of months
I hope you let me pick up my pieces with grace
I hope that my unfinished goals do not make me question my worth
I hope my dreams are not ghastly
I hope I don't have to wake up every night between 2 and 3
and keep staring at my palms wondering what could I possibly do
to right the wrong
I hope you are full of insight and compassion
I hope that when you take your exit
I may feel a little less run down.

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31 OCT 2022 AT 18:01

I did all kinds of things to numb the pain. I ate, I drank , I laughed , I danced. I went from place to place and allowed myself to be seen. I offered myself up like camphor in evening prayers. I rubbed and I washed and I did repent; but nothing could save me from myself.

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31 OCT 2022 AT 10:16

I believe there's a lot that can be said in the space between words, even between two words. But it's always the space that seems to fill up the voids the writer leaves thinking he will revisit them like a city he couldn't swallow at one go. The ones that can freeze your emotion or hover above , dispersing like flakes of snow. One can never have enough words for all the things they want to say and that most of what they want to say remains unsaid.

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30 OCT 2022 AT 23:34

Isn't it true? Our firsts always have a special place in our hearts. But then it's always the last ones that stay with us. We basically carry them to grave. We let them gnaw at us when we are lonely or bind us when we are falling apart. I mean it could be anything? The last time you were in your school sharing food with your friends or finding closure after your crush walked out on you. The last time you talked to your father before he did die actually and there was nothing you could do to stop that last time catch up with you repeatedly. The last seen of lovers who never really offered you any solace or dignity of knowing things. The last stuff you shifted out of your 1 bhk flat, forcing you to stare back at the emptiness around you. The last drink that made you realise people are not who they promise to be? Or people are more lonelier than you thought. The last time you called your mother lovingly, "Ma," you said you'd return her calls but...

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30 OCT 2022 AT 23:05

My bed consumes me like the arms
of an old friend
I don't have to step out of it
I don't have to face the world if I don't want to
I can keep my face buried in the sheets
and let the soft smell of the fabrics pervade me
I can be a burrito , a sandwich or even a ghost
and the bed would allow me this kindness
to exist without explanation.

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