𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘚𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴

Footsteps echo through empty halls,
A heart beats fast, behind stoic walls.
A glimpse is sought, of a tranquil face,
In hallowed halls, of knowledge's sacred space.

Pages turned, with gentle care,
Chapters unfold, with stories to share.
A bookmark's promise, marks the place,
The fourth chapter waits, with secrets to unveil in its space.

Silence speaks volumes, of unspoken thoughts,
Reserved responses, leave hearts caught.
A connection felt, though words unspoken,
Leaves wonder, and hearts unbroken.

A decision's made, to walk away,
No more footsteps, will mark the way.
The hush will be left behind,
The books remain, the memories entwined.

The wind whispers secrets, as the pages close,
A chapter ends, on a silent note.
The heart, though heavy, must find its way,
And let go of moments, that faded away.

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My introversion stems from a deep-rooted appreciation for solitude and reflection. While social interactions can be draining for me, I find immense value in quiet moments that allow for introspection and creativity. This preference shapes my perspective on life, driving me to embrace the beauty of stillness and the richness of inner thoughts.
My identity as an introvert is rooted in a rich tapestry of personal experiences and thoughtful considerations about how I engage with the world around me. For me, the beauty lies in intimate conversations that foster genuine connections, rather than in the whirlwind of large social gatherings that can often feel overwhelming and draining. It’s during these small interactions that I feel most authentic and understood.

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The experience of traveling alongside someone brings joy, yet it is overshadowed by an unsettling feeling of emptiness. This void grows as the realization sets in that the togetherness is temporary; eventually, the day will arrive when they part ways. The thought of returning alone to a place that no longer feels like home is haunting. The anticipation of those empty walls looms large, evoking a sense of fear about facing loneliness and the emotional weight it carries.

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She longed to hear her grandmother's lullabies again.
Years later, a familiar melody drifted from a street musician's guitar.
In its gentle notes, memories of warmth and love flooded back.

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Secrets burn, truths fade,
Echoes lost in time and shade.
Whispers in the wind remain,
Mysteries forever sustained.

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With gentle,
ambient melodies
weaving through the air,
the atmosphere becomes
a sanctuary of serenity.
As you settle
into this tranquil space,
the act of penning
your thoughts -
each word dances
across the page,
bringing a sense of
joy and fulfilment
that elevates
the moment to a
whole new level of bliss.

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But once things were
not changing that fast,
I've been wondering
why do I have to handle
things that way.
As the days were not
passing that smoothly,
I've been living a life
that's purely artificial stuff,
and now things have
entangled that way.
They don't change,
nor do I wonder if
that would ever be
changed again.
I don't understand
why the hell things
don't bother me anymore.

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"समय से जब कुछ नहीं मिलता है,
तो इंसान अपनी सेहत के साथ भी खिलवाड़ करने लगता है;
और जब एक दिन कुछ हासिल होता है,
तब तक अफ़सोस बहुत देर हो चुकी होती है।।"

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•| Beyond The Fading Light |•
(Captioned)

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With a delicate heart,
she moves through the world
with an air of grace.
Tears hover just at the
edges of her eyes,
a testament to unspoken sorrows,
as she searches for a
fleeting moment to break free.
Yet, despite the weight of her burdens,
the radiant smile she wears
illuminates her spirit,
casting aside shadows and
celebrating the beauty of resilience.

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