love
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from the tomb of despair…
when the tears are shed and the pain abates, I can trust you enough to lead you to the tomb of all the past pains
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The fight called life
When faced with the pain of not being able to exist anymore, what would you choose?
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Hanging in there
I felt seen and heard, and I decided to live.
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There’s goodness out there…
It isn’t my beauty, talent or skill that keeps their hearts open; it’s their goodness, and it is indeed freeing to know that, with them, you don’t have to prove yourself worthy of the love.
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A slow cup of coffee
I silently sat with a small cup of coffee. It felt good. I enjoyed my company.
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the Storm
I’ve learnt to observe this storm within. It is literally a storm, rocking your insides and threatening to tear you down. And boy, has it torn me down! I have lost track of the number of times it has happened over the past couple of years.
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Untold Stories
I had completely forgotten how interesting it was to spend time alongside her. Caught up in studies, duties, computer, mobile phone and maybe my thought that I had outgrown “mummy times”. I don’t even remember how long it had been since I spent more than a single hour with her. In between our fights and…
Quill Gone Mad 