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𝗔𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲, 𝗜 𝗻𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲. 𝗜’𝗺 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗵𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗲. 𝗜’𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝘆 𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗴𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝘂𝗽 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝘄 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗜 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝘁𝗼, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗴𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗲𝗳𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗿𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲. 𝗜𝘁’𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗱𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀. 𝗮 𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲𝘁𝘆 𝗽𝗶𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗼𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘂𝗺𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲. 𝗜𝘁’𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻. 𝗜’𝗺 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻. 𝗜𝘁’𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝘆𝗰𝗹𝗲. 𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗶𝘁, 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗲. 𝗜𝘁’𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗼𝗰𝘂𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗵𝘂𝗴𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁’𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗴𝘆, 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝗳𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗜 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲’𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗶𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳. 𝗡𝗼𝘄, 𝗶𝘁’𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗱𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗻 𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻.

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Everyday, and in every way.

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We all have days where we blank out.

A day where we just let time goes by without even doing something necessary.

We are present but equipped with a spaced out mind.

Once in a while, our thoughts wander across the forthcoming realm of time.

Endlessly seeking for our definite purpose, we began to arbitrate about our life’s existence.

Unsatisfied with the gloomy outlook of our own notions, we tend to get spiritless.

We are left languishing in our day to day activities.

And as we recuperate from this sedentary phase of our lives, we end up anxiously regretting the times we spent doing nothing.

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We’ll always have the power to change.

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One day, my silence will be acknowledged. I will be seen when my absence is far more obvious than my presence.

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And that’s how things ended up. We had to cut off all strings attached between you and I. To blank out the idea of you out of my perishing heart and desultory mind. It’s all about having to accept the agonizing reality of letting it all go.

I am deeply scarred. Scars that is eternally a memory of something beautiful and something heartrending.

It’s time to move forward; remove the anchor that holds you back for sailing into your next voyage.

For a great journey awaits!

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“I hope one day we can forgive each other for not being what we wanted each other to be”

— Kriti G.

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𝘔𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭. 𝘈𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦.

𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘺, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦. 𝘈𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.

𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥.

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘴 “𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.”

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴; 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐. 𝘞𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.

𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯-𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯. 𝘛𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.

𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘈 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵; 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.

𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣. 𝘛𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘛𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘺, 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥.

𝘠𝘦𝘵, 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴, 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.

𝘈𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴;

𝘐 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.

𝘐 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦.

𝘈𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯, 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭.

𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦.

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“She didn’t need to be saved. She needed to be found and appreciated for exactly who she was.”

— j. iron word

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“Your naked body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul.”

— Charlie Chaplin in a letter to his daughter, Geraldine