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im still in love with my ex, what a pathetic phrase

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Cậu giữ nhẹ lấy vạt áo của tôi và đòi tôi viết thời khoá biểu hộ. Hệt như đứa trẻ cậu day day tay áo. Lần đầu tiên tôi thấy cậu như vậy, một con người khác. Chúng ta đã thân thiết hơn hay cậu chỉ diễn trò cho tôi xem? Hà Nội dạo này mưa, lạnh và buốt. Hà Nội đối với tôi chỉ là một thoáng sự ảo tưởng của tuổi trẻ, tôi ở đây chưa đủ lâu, chưa đủ thấm, chưa đủ yêu. Mưa rơi trên vạt áo, thẩm thấu và run. Mưa ướt giày, mưa ướt tóc, mưa ướt tháng năm. Mình tôi đứng dưới bến xe bus trời mưa tầm tã. Ướt sũng, thảm hại, hệt như chính tôi của khoảng thời gian đó thích cậu. Gạt những giọt nước mưa trên mặt, lại ấm, thật ấm. Vì sao vậy, thật kì lạ?

my writing back then when i was 17

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Ký ức là thứ sức mạnh có khả năng công kích ở hai chiều kích, vừa là sự đau đớn khi phải gọi tên lại những nỗi đau mình đã trải qua, khi ta chạm lại những vết thương có thể là chưa bao giờ lành, vừa là niềm hy vọng và sức mạnh của quá khứ để dẫn ta đến một hiện thực tốt hơn trong tương lai. 

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pain is only a state of mine, just breathe and i’ll be fine.

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missing u is the echo of sound, i grin and think what do you mean? we’re all overthink type of people 

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just dying in this sweetness

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if you desperately want something, the universe will conspire in helping you achieve it.

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we texted, 

i cried, 

you laughed, i guess

i giggled, you compliment,

im happy

hope you so

like the old times, 

when 

weren't yet, 

were, 

weren't anymore 

together

as the time fly,

still having me adored,

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how long does it take to actually be called original by others

i see you in someone else

what a worst and best compliment ever

would I want to be called authentic

oh I see someone else in you, you are the chaos of all the mixes 

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you are poet in my heart

the changes in my mind,

pounding in my heart

you're everything in my head

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I must not fear. 

Fear is the mind-killer. 

Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. 

I will face my fear. 

I will permit it to pass over me and through me. 

And when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path. 

Where the fear has gone, there will be nothing. 

Only I will remain.

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When you’re young you believe that there will be many people with whom you’ll connect with deeply. Later in life, you come to realize that it only happens a few times. A few moments, frozen in genuine beauty, where you look at someone and you know, from a place deep within yourself, that they are going to mean something to you, that they are rare.

When it comes to this kind of connection, it’s important to understand that energy cannot be created or destroyed. If the depth is there, it cannot be denied, cannot slip through your fingers, cannot be something you successfully run away from due to fear of exposure or battle wounds. You can try to dismiss it, can try to stay protected and hidden from the warmth, but it always catches up to you.

And if it’s not meant to fit within the soul of you, if it’s simply not your love to hold, no amount of bargaining with your heart will anchor it. That is the beauty of discovering the things that stay, the things that fall into place. In a world of billions, in a world where we are all seeking connection but avoiding eye contact, there are remarkable points of impact where you manage to crash yourself into someone who ends up breaking through the exterior. Someone who makes contact with your heart, who grows roots within it. Together, you beat the odds.

If you have found human beings like this, I hope you protect them. I hope you risk your heart for what you feel. I hope you believe that you are worthy of something full, and pointed and real. I hope you never settle for less, because certain people are truly just rare, beautiful drops of borrowed light that find their way to you. You don’t feel alien with them. The otherness never arrives. There isn’t a version of yourself you have to shed in order to feel connected to them. They see you clearly. You are held there. You are chosen there. Love becomes a safe place to rest your head. A place without artifice, or armour. There are no hiding spots. Everything is unguarded, and unvarnished, and there is freedom in that kind of openness, in that kind of vulnerability.

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i dont know how to say goodbye, its like a malignant disease consuming my mental space. nausea is analogous to acid flowing through the stomach, corroding food, in this case, the acid is in the mind. im in a zero-gravity zone, plummeting with no end in sight.

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"A great man doesn’t seek to lead. He’s called to it. And he answers. And if your answer is no, you’ll still be the only thing I ever needed you to be - my son" - Leto Atreides

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cậu dùng ultra view viết vào phần note máy tính của tôi năm 2019, we were so young dumb back then

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6 albums to get to know me

Blonde - Frank Ocean

Hopeless Romantic - Big Naughty

Sun and Moon - Sam Kim

5 Seconds Of Summer - 5 Seconds Of Summer

Norman Fucking Rockwell - Lana Del Rey

Lover - Taylor Swift