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Can we take out a moment and think how grief of losing someone to death is so sudden? We talk about losing people in some other sense always, rather than to death, I mean, very rarely people talk about how sudden it is to lose someone to death, to know they aren't even a part of the world you live, you won't be able to even see them ever again or feel their touch again. And as the year pass by , the person kind of fades away and all the moments spent together feels a feverish dream.

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Can we just take a breath and let some people understand that you being a good person has nothing to do with ability to suffer? You can still be the kindest and most compassionate person someone has ever known without enduring. Trauma mostly leaves you too vulnerable, which in turn expresses itself in your resilience, not resistance. It means you don't stop them from hurting you, rather you keep tolerating and healing yourself again. This gets a lot easier, if people see your worth in your kindness rather than your endurance.

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Do you ever realise that your heart will always be a museum? A museum of people you met , mosaic of people you loved, they will always have pieces of your heart no matter what, some will have pieces of your soul, you will carry them anywhere you go, a habit that you picked up from a former daily co-passenger will stay, a color your "favourite" person liked will stay, a food your mom loved will stay even at your worst, you will never be truly alone, if you have loved anyone or anything ever, with bits of your own.

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Do you feel it? The rage? The anger seething? Through your veins, each breath you take, seems to be fire , heat blazing through each ounce, when you tell your parents to stop, but they don't and at last all you realise is the fact you have been ignored, misunderstood and duped, into believing things could heal and they still did love you even if you don't become what you want.

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It was always me, my issues and my mental health. I had always wanted to be caressed once, for the person I am, but never did it happen, my issues stood bigger than me, my words bigger than my actions, my anger greater than my love, as people saw them. It was always my chaos, never me.

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That another girl, was she prettier than me? Did she treat you well , better than I could ever? She probably gave you peace, isn't it? The rest you wanted, the home you searched for, she gave it all. You related to her, better than you could ever think of, I will be the girl you picked up on your way, not the girl you dreamed of holding hands with.

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Did it hurt? To block the person? To know that you deserve better, but knowing he won't try to be better for you? Did it hurt? When they didn't call back and you couldn't sleep the whole night? Cause you know they would never be affected as much as you.

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Love isn't just about holding hands, going on dates, making love, calls texts and staying loyal. It is about who holds you when you are saving yourself, the one who make you feel losing self respect is worth it, the one who loses self respect for you,the one who adjusts their own love language just to love you in your own love language.

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To all my friends, I hope we get to sit in the same classroom some day, people might talk about childhood friendships and all, but no one talks about the friendships you found in your final years of high school, admist the biggest jump in academics, they stand by, in every exam, every backlog, every failure. They come much later in you life, but stay forever, in your weakest building days, sharing your vulnerability of lacking behind. In every universe, I hope we are classmates .

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Each gathering makes you realise, how lonely you are, the backup you are, the backup friend, backup cousin and everything. You keep backing people up but end up becoming the backup.

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To all who can't stand slammed doors or raised voices, hope you get to build a home with pretty voices and soft doors.

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Isn't it fascinating how every house has it's own story of a home? Like a home that was built here, the love, laughter and all , the stories held through the walls and much more. Each story of love, growing and seeing it crumple, every house has a story of a home to tell.

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Do you ever feel like you've given your absolute best, yet nothing seems to fall into place? Like no matter how hard you try, everything feels just a little off, slightly out of sync with the plans you set in motion. It's okay to feel this way—it's okay to feel disappointed, lost, even broken. To feel selfish, for wanting more, and foolish, for daring to believe in things that seem so far out of reach. These feelings aren’t flaws; they're part of what makes you human. Embrace them, let them shape you. Sometimes, these setbacks are simply the pauses we need to recalibrate, to find strength in vulnerability. So, hold on. Keep pushing forward, knowing that even when things don’t fall perfectly into place, they’re guiding you somewhere you’re meant to be.

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If you write , you are a writer.

"Who is a writer?"

"Anyone who jots down thoughts."

It doesn't matter if it's bad, worse, messy, crumpled, broken, or anything else—because at some point, you were all those things you’ve written. It's just you, captured in ink on paper. It’s a second life, a place where you get to do the things you didn’t, say the things you weren’t supposed to say. So, you write. And that makes you a writer.