I ended up here when I was going through a very dark phase of my life. I used writing as a means of my own therapy. And Now that sun has begun to seep in my life again, it is weird to see that this platform is also coming to its end. Sayonara!

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The night is passing by -
Cold winds and starry skies;
All that remains are remnants of memories, and
a failed human being, wishing -
wishing if things could have been different
But the night is young, and the dawn is far away
And the dusk weighs heavy on his soul
What to make of this now -
He shouldn't have stayed awake
The remnants of the past -
shining in the cold light of the night crown, and
the stars flickering, and so does the memory of his memories -
Am I seeing myself forgetting my own memories now -
Like how the sky forgets how it looks every second, but the night
still remains like it always has - Darkness with a pinch of light

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Now that it has all ended, I want to go back to when it all began.— % &I guess life is pretty tragic this way. We live through the moments waiting for them to end in some kind of event - be it some kind of farewell, graduation, etc. But as soon as the event is done, vague memories are all that is left, and left is a bitterweet wish - to relive it all again, right from the beginning with all the traumas and blessings. We want to relive everything - even the things we hated at one point of time. But the destiny of time is to move forward, and so is ours. But whatever we lived through stays with us despite everything changing, and in our moments of solitude, it all comes back as if it just happened.— % &

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not what the heart is,
but what it desires.

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I thought of you and how you brought such beauty, into my life, when we were both so young and so so new,
The fragrance of your presence leaving me stagnant and staring with no worry to go to
If only we were honest enough to admit our feelings, we could have been together - Us Two
Maybe, someday when we cross each other on the street, we'll realize "me" was into you! And you too!

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and me, a mere sailor
swirling through your streams
in search of some distant dream.

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A rooster waiting for the sunrise
Only to be slaughtered the upcoming day.

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Thank you for your light
Without you, I have none.

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She held him with her gaze and he couldn't move an inch.

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Between a chocolate that was offered a little too late and the red rose that never left the hand that brought it, a story never happened.

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