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Pixels and Passion: A Tale of Unexpected Connection

In the bustling digital expanse of MALAYANG TELELET's group page, amidst the flurry of messages and the hum of conversations, an unexpected encounter unfolded. Little did I know that within this virtual haven, I would stumble upon the very person who had captured my thoughts and dreams. Our connection began innocently, as conversations sparked and laughter echoed through the group page. Among the other roleplayers, his presence stood out to me, radiating a warmth that drew me in.

The revelation brought with it a rush of emotions—surprise, joy, and perhaps a hint of nervousness. How serendipitous, that fate had brought us together in this virtual space, allowing our connection to flourish without the constraints of physical boundaries. Amid MALAYANG TELELET's endless stream of messages, our bond grew stronger with each exchange. What had started as mere anonymity blossomed into a meaningful connection, a shared understanding that transcended the confines of the digital world.

And so, on the group page of MALAYANG TELELET, amidst the pixels and emoticons, two hearts found each other, united by a mutual crush that had unknowingly brought them together to become friends but who knows they would be together in the future.

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I see the weight on your weary soul in the shadows of a tired day, when everything seems cold and dreary, but strength takes root in your heart. Let me be the solace in your storm, a haven where your troubles can transform. I hear a soft, loving symphony in the echoes of your cries. I'll be the soft spot where you can find solace when life's burdens are getting to you.In the sanctuary of our shared embrace, I'll wipe away the tears from your face.

Whispers of Comfort:

A Verse for Weary Days

My love will shine a warm, comforting light on you like a candle does on the darkest of nights. Know that I am here and ready to encourage you through any difficulty your heart may face. I will be the serenity that permeates the turbulent fabric of life. Our love will continue to develop as we handle the ups and downs together, tenderly. So let the day's problems melt away in the soft comfort that only love can provide. Because tomorrow is a fresh start, and you'll discover a healing heart in me, my darling.

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A story of a girl and a boy, whose history remains untold, is woven into the fabric of time. They used to dance in the embrace of the moonlight, but uncertainty and disgust began to creep in. On opposite sides, a rift that looked like the end appeared. However, fate, a master weaver of complex threads, crafted a design that resisted the shifting sands. The child stood by himself under the starry heavens as the girl left, her heart burdened with sorrow. However, love, as tenacious as morning dew, whispered secrets and promised a meeting. A faint, gentle call drew them together in the ensuing silence, stopping the fall. Once again, beneath a moonlit, soft glow, they reunited on a bridge composed of dreams, mending their links.

To be continued..

Their love tale is an endless circle with their hands intertwined and hearts on the mend. For what they believed to be broken, but wasn't quite broken, was a phoenix emerging from the night's ashes. They endured through hardships, and their bond resurfaced in the garden of love. The boy and the girl are a real monument to love that blossomed and persevered. So let it be known throughout history that love may still shine brilliantly even after it has been put to the test. Because a girl and a boy, their love, adored one other, in the dance of life, a rhythm restored.

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"It will hurt and hurt. And then one day, It won't."

- Love and Space Dust Volume II.

It will hurt and hurt like a never-ending scroll in the world of shadows, where suffering has its price. However, resilience is sown within the pain; eventually, it won't hurt since strength will have grown. Every pain is a chapter written on the page of the heart; it hurts and hurts, like a stage that never goes away. But every tear starts a healing process, and eventually, the fight will be won and it won't hurt as much. The pain will continue to sting as time goes on, echoing like the howl of a tempest. Nevertheless, calm will eventually break through the ferocity of the storm, and comfort will return.

Through the darkness endured, a metamorphosis, It will hurt and hurt, a painful genesis. But eventually, the pain will go away as the darkness gives way to the light of morning. It will hurt—a difficult trance in the furnace of time, where sorrows dance. However, a change is spun in the dance. One day it won't hurt, and a new day has begun. Thus, prepare yourself for the suffering and accept it; it will hurt like never-ending rain. However, amid the poignant chorus of time's symphony, one day it won't hurt, and tranquility will enchant.

penned by: Yrucrezia, 2024 🖋️

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"I know my worth; I've paid dearly for every ounce of it."

- Alfa

I have molded my worth, pound by pound, in the crucible of life, where hardships abound. I have paid the price and witnessed the setting sun through trials encountered and victories gained. I have recognized my worth, which I have achieved with hard work and perseverance through hardship. Not just words, but a real tribute to my growing resilience. Every obstacle I have overcome, like a coin in the chest, has cost me dearly and put me through the most trying times. My scars are a testament to my inner strength and the price I had to pay to prevail.

I discovered my worth as a precious stone, in the tears that fell and the lonely nights. No deal was made, no concessions made; I've earned my reward. I understand my value, the significance of existence, a tapestry woven with strands of conflict. Every obstacle encountered, every loan paid back, every ounce of my power revealed. I thus hold my head high and stand tall because I have reached the sky at a great cost. I have a true understanding of my value based on the fights I have fought and the wins I have sought.

penned by: Yrucrezia, 2024 🖋️

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"Detachment does not mean hatred; It simply means I no longer align with or allow the energy you bring."

- Morgan Richard Olivier

Detachment weaves its delicate, subtle play in the still space where emotions sway. It is a deliberate decision, a change in cosmic grace, and is not the result of malice or hatred's icy grasp. This gentle, peaceful cry is just a recognition of the energy released; it has no malice. I separate the hitherto-entwined threads because I discover fresh clarity when I do so. A soft release with thoughtful intent, not a severance with blades of resentment. I choose tranquility under the comforting wing of detachment and move away from the storm you may bring.

Similar to a river deviating from its intended path, I maneuver through currents and locate alternative sources. I inhale the calm air in separation, not aligned with the turbulence you share. a decision to maintain inner peace rather than an expression of hostility. I notice that on days when I am detached, there are quieter, calmer moments. Energy is sacred. Detachment whispers, "Now let the winds of change blow gently; it's time to let go." It's a conscious decision to harmonize with the forces that released me, not hatred.

penned by: Yrucrezia, 2024 🖋️

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"Day by day, I realized that being alone is not boring. It's peaceful."

- Kathryn Bernardo

In the embrace of solitude, a serene shore is a surprise to discover day by day. Solitary, but not banal; rather, a holy refuge; a peaceful sanctuary where the loneliness is delightful. As the story takes shape, a symphony of tranquility whispers in the stillness. Boredom flies in the chambers of solitude, to be replaced with a dazzling, pure tranquility. Gradually, the knowledge dawns that loneliness is not the shadow of desolation. A serene canvas, a graceful color scheme, and a harmonious embrace in the stillness.

Not a dull existence, but a peaceful haven where the spirit finds comfort and is taught to believe. In the silence, wisdom is sown: being by oneself, a personal haven. Even when everything outside is bustling, a kingdom is earned in the dance of solitude. Gradually, the heart discovers, in solitude, a mental tune. Uninteresting? No, a falsehood exposed, in the embrace of solitude, a delight to proclaim. Day by day, the realization that true calm forms in solitude grows.

penned by: Yrucrezia, 2024 🖋️

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"Avoid those who play victim role for issues they themselves have caused”

- R.M DRAKE

A warning thread weaves through the complex web of human interactions, speaking of people who skillfully projected themselves into the victim role, their hands having spun the problems that now ensnare them. These people put on the garment of helplessness, using it as a shield from accountability for the very problems they have sown, much like accomplished performers on the stage of life. They compose tales of pain, telling them with a deft touch to evoke empathy and sympathy in gullible bystanders. However, there is a truth hidden underneath the victimization that many people still cannot see. These masterminds of their misfortune play with people's emotions, shifting the blame away from themselves and onto others while avoiding the accountability that is rightfully theirs.

Interacting with those people entails navigating a maze of half-truths and distorted realities. Their victim role turns into a tool, a defense against criticism or inspection. The play they create is a smoke screen, a diversion from the uncomfortable truth that they are not victims of circumstance but rather the designers of their downfall. It is crucial to distinguish between real pain and the staged acts of individuals who use victimization as a tactic when negotiating the intricate terrain of relationships and interactions. Avoidance takes on a life of its own, shielding one's emotional security from the deceptive attraction of those who won't accept the consequences of their behavior. By avoiding the company of such performers, one protects themselves and their story from becoming entangled in a manufactured victimization that could entice anyone who approaches too closely.

penned by: Yrucrezia, 2024 🖋️

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"If they wanted to, They would.”

Aspirations are scattered throughout a tapestry of dreams, where wishes tread softly, in regions of possibility. A dance of choices, a symphony of decisions to construct, a reality woven into fate, if they so desired. The night's tapestry is the canvas of opportunity, its palette wide and brilliant, each stroke representing a choice. If they so desired, they would, like stars that shine without restraint, a cosmic dance of determination, a complex dream under the moon. Decisions reverberate quietly through the passageways of time, where fate synchronizes, akin to far-off, steady chimes. Should they choose to, they would, in the quiet of longing, a fire in their souls, a drive to achieve.

However, even though doubts and shadows may surround them, they have the ability to rise above all if they so choose. A spirit unchained, a phoenix in the face of hardship; for the cosmos is kind where desire exists. If they so desired, they would have their own garden in the garden of intentions, where dreams are sown. A tapestry of unwavering determination is unfurling, and if they so desired, they would, the world to satisfy.

penned by: Yrucrezia, 2024 🖋️

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"Strive to be you, unapologetically. If they like you, that's a plus, not a necessity."

- Robert Wilkinson

"Strive to be you" is a message to be traced with unwavering grace on the canvas of life. Unapologetically, allow your colors to emerge and your tale to be revealed in the tapestry of individuality. Hold onto your essence, wild and free, in a universe that rotates with varying decrees. In this large, varied setting, a chance hug is welcome, but not required if they like you. Because of sincerity, a brilliant blossom that is empowered grows in one's garden. Like the sun in the sky, "strive to be you," a shining light of truth, ascends to great heights.

Unapologetically, let your uniqueness lead the way at every step. Your hue is a tried-and-true masterpiece painted in the mosaic of life. If people find joy in the melody you create, it will be a harmonious part of the symphony. However, even if their emotions stay icy or uninterested, you are still a priceless sight. So endeavor to be you and dance freely in the great ballet of life with undying joy. It's a lovely bonus if they like you, but living true to yourself is what matters most in life.

penned by: Yrucrezia, 2024 🖋️

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"She never cared for the crown. She preferred a sword."

- R.H Sin

She stood apart as a wild and free soul in the world of thrones and golden decree. Her heart yearned for the fate of the dance of a sword, never the heavy weight of the crown. With her sword perfectly sharpened, she discovered her sanctuary in the afterglow of conflicts, where courage is sown. She pursued the battlefield with unadulterated zeal, despite the crown's glittering regal appeal.

She accepted the sword, a symbol of resolve, rather than the diamonds or the courtly admiration. She felt alive, filled with warrior's pride, in the clash of steel, where fates collide. Her scars, not the riches a crown might contain, defined who she was. Her story was written in the language of steel since she was a sword girl and never gave any thought to the crown. A warrior's heart, a silhouette against the glow of the sunset, maybe with violent gusts blowing. Her head may be lofty, but her soul is forever connected to a sword.

penned by: Yrucrezia, 2024 🖋️

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"After a while, I won't say anything, It is what it is, and that's all it will ever be."

- WhatWomenWant

"After a while," whispered, secrets to steep, in the calm of time, a commitment to maintain. You realize, "It is what it is," resigned, and let it be. There are no words, no echoes, just stillness. The promise was thrown, "After a while," and the tapestry was stitched with historical threads. "It is what it is," a call and a slogan in the acceptance zone where shadows fall. Nothing romantic or grandiose; just the weight of reality, pure and unrestricted. "After a while," the vastness of what we observe provides a place for emotions to find relief.

Nothing romantic or grandiose; just the weight of reality, pure and unrestricted. "After a while," the vastness of what we observe provides a place for emotions to find relief. "It is what it is" is a concept that guides one through the hallways of fate and is the key to destiny. Just the open acknowledgment of a heart's imperceptible shift—no frills, no masks to lift. The echoes fade "after a while" as acceptance settles in like a light rain. "It is what it is," and that's all it will ever be, in the simplicity of existence.

penned by: Yrucrezia, 2024 🖋️

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"WHEN. When did you stop caring? he asked. When did you start noticing? she replied."

- Lang Leav

A question hung in the silence of the moment: He had sung, "When did you stop caring?" There was silence, like a soft moan. A sense of emotion, adrift in the heavens. Her eyes met his, a graceful mirror. She embraced and asked, "When did you start noticing?" A delicate revelation in the dance of emotions, Hearts couldn't hide their wounds, revealing them. A tapestry embroidered with farewell strands,

Echoes rest in the caves of quiet. "When" murmured over the silent air, A break in the relationship, a love to mend. Moments paused, a pause in breathing, The broken hearts, the unknown locales. The question keeps coming up, "When did you stop caring?" A sensitive moment, the tender twist of love. Her voice was a plea: "When did you start noticing?" to release feelings and see beyond words.In the conversation of spirits, the revealed truth, Perceptions were narrowed, and a love story changed. Thus, in the area where feelings converge, "Noticed" and "when" the tides of love. A dance of introspection, the command of a trip, The story of a love that never was.

penned by: Yrucrezia, 2024 🖋️

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"I am not sure what a soulmate is but I am sure that soulmates do not destroy souls."

- Moon Dog

Within the enormous field of cosmic design, Where the strands of fate intertwine so beautifully, "I am not sure what a soulmate is," I say. However, they are sure not to mislead hearts. A soul mate, a graceful cosmic companion, Within the life path, a balanced hug.

Not one who rips the soul's fiber, But one who heals, restoring wholeness to crushed souls. Within the fabric crafted by the tender touch of fate, As sand grains separate, so does a soul mate."I am not sure," the query may persist. A soulmate does, however, resist destruction.

penned by: Yrucrezia, 2024 🖋️

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"I exist in two places: here and where you are."

- Quotes ‘nd Notes

My spirit travels through spheres of time and space. The woven fabric of life is the source of love. A deep whisper said, "I exist in two places." Right now, where you are, right here. In the echoes of times, where recollections merge, I dance with shadows and such heavenly love. As the moment unfolds in the breath of the now, And a narrative is told about the sanctuary of your presence.

Within the gracefully woven fabric of life, We are bound together by ties that embrace. An unusual melody in the Symphony of Hearts. "I exist in two places," a proclamation states. Here, amid the soft murmur of the wind's lament, And there, in the celestial twilight, amid the resounding laughter, amid the deep silence, I'm bonded to the warmth of your touch forever. Where reality bends in the twilight of dreams, "I exist in two places," the soul contends. Over the enormous void of time and space, I find my eternal place in your gaze.

penned by: Yrucrezia, 2024 🖋️

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“The girl in me still. I pass her in the hall on the nights when sadness sleeps over. She welcomes the tears, and I wipe them away.”

- L.E Bowman | Author of What I Learned From the Trees and The Evolution of a Girl.

Shadows walk quietly along the halls of remembrance.

A girl stays where the secrets of the heart are revealed.

Evenings draped in the mantle of grief,

However, a resilient spirit emerges in the passageways.

The girl inside of me, a ghost of innocent grace,

Through the corridors, a recognizable visage.

When melancholy lies deep in the night,

Tears are a quiet, sensitive ritual that she welcomes.

I spy something in the dimly lighted hallway,

Again, the sight of innocence reflected.

Her eyes were a mirror of hopelessness and dreams.

Nonetheless, a strength to bear in the shadows.

The nights could have a cloud of gray,

Still, the girl inside finds a subtle way.

Like soft rain, she welcomes the tears to fall.

a ritualistic washing away of the hurt.

I extend my hand to mop the shimmering tracks,

A subtle gesture, a silent acknowledgement.

She breathes and lives for the girl inside of me.

Solace weaves in the echoes of sobbing.

In the silence of grief, where dreams might wander,

My inner girl finds her way back to her place.

Along the corridors of suffering and conflict,

As the defender of a frail life, she doesn't give up.

penned by: Yrucrezia, 2024 🖋️

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"Sometimes, there is nothing left to say and no energy left to give, so don't. Absence has a way of showing people exactly where you stand."

- Morgan Richard Olivier

In the silence of the moment, words become thin.

Endings begin where silence weaves its tale.

There are no lingering words, no echoes to explain,

A silent resignation to the day's diminishing tide.

The well of discourse can occasionally run dry.

Energy fades the silent scream of a tired heart.

In the void of words, a decision is taken.

To allow silence to speak via the shadows cast.

No need to gather the courage to communicate.

The chronic fatigue persists day by day.

A posture emerges in the silence,

Absence is a language of specific realities.

Let the stillness declare where you reside,

No need for grand gestures, no need to hide.

The emptiness echoes, profound and clear,

A testament to the boundaries drawn near.

Considering that the well will eventually run dry,

Sometimes the best response is to remain silent.

The image of someone standing tall in the emptiness

A declaration that is vocal but not melodic.

So, be quiet and avoid forcing the conversation.

A script of absence where truths run wild.

In the soft silence, when effort is expended,

The absence is a strong testimony.

penned by: Yrucrezia, 2024 🖋️