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Every year, Every SeptemberA simple curse is cast upon meBad luck I could saySensitivity rises to its maximum levelA simple action can ruin this monthA single word can leave me astrayA sad song can break my heartAnd this happens every 9th month of the yrToday is the first,The difference is that I feel okay.Nothing is bothering meexcept the thought that it's September firstFrom the sincerest part of my heartFrom those sleepless nightsI hope and I prayPlease, September, be good to me.©redishbrown
#YouChoseIt #NoOneAskedYou #Voluntary
Don't expect people to cross ocean for you just because you crossed ocean for them.©redishbrown
#Anger #Emotion #Feelings #PourOut #Explode #TrueColor
Anger is not a bad emotion.It is not all negative.For at times, it purifies the heartand sometimes, it opens our eyes.Anger speaks truthThough not always goodbut not always bad either.Anger needs regulation, but it's not bad.©redishbrown
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#Friends #MakeTime #BeAvailable #JustHaveToBeThere
Making time for your friends is one form of love.©redishbrown
#ItIsOkay #RunFree #GoStartAgain
Sometimes, running away is the solution.It doesn't make you a quitter or a loser or a coward. It makes you human who wanted to be free from everything that's holding you back. ©redishbrown
Loved or not loved, you must continue.©redishbrown
#Coffee #MeTime #RealityCheck #Escape
Do you know why I love coffee shops? It's not because I love having a "me time", but because that's my only option when I have no where else to go. A place that will always be there. A place I know I can be not okay and don't feel guilty. That's a bar for me, you know. Every sip of coffee is like a shot of alcohol. Because when I'm in there, I can think freely. I can stay for as long as I want to. And I can be true to myself. So, it's not just about the coffee, the notes, the background music, but it is also about me stopping the time and escaping my reality.©redishbrown
#Emotions #OurFaultSometimes #Realization #Sometimes
Sometimes, the emptiness we feel inside is because we want everything too much.©redishbrown
#Love #Ending #Time #Thought #Night
If love has no limit, why does it have an ending?©redishbrown
Some dreams keep you awake,Some don't let you sleep.©sharifa
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It's so hard to see people in this state, that they never wished to bring upon themselves. They never did, actually. We did it. We still do.To all, so-called, "outcasts" that we, the society, create.Edit: Thank you @writersnetwork for the kind repost. I'm glad this'll be read by more.
I Don't Beg, to Differ.
I watch people carefully from a safedistance, much shorter than the lengthat which they push me away. Withevery step that I take towards them,my trust takes two steps back. One,out of a fear of getting broken, again.Two, out of a fear of breaking me,forever. My fears? I don't keep anynow. Cause I've faced way morethan I thought I had.They call me names. But that doesn'thurt more than the silence that follows.Cause they don't have anything more tosay to someone who, they think, can'tfeel. I cry. I stop. I cry again. I shout.They ignore. I stop. They repeat. I shoutagain. My blood boils. All I can do issit back and calm the last of life, leftin me. I ramble," They aren't worth it.",just to push down the voice that roarsthrough my cracked heart, "Neither,are you."Mom says I'm rare. Dad says I don't need to fit in. And, I wonder what mybest friend would have wanted to add.But then, I remember I don't have one.And, with a thud, I land at ground zero. I stare blank when I think of love. Does it even exist for people who don't existfor others? For every 7 reasons theygive me to hate myself, I scribble an8th to not, and I dodge a wrist cut byinches, right before the next week ofpretense starts.They push me to the edge every time.I still hold on. They smirk at me. I stillsmile. They give me death glares. Istill survive. They call me an outcast.I still think it's a lie.Cause, I don't beg.To differ.©Merusri Mukherjee
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Words have long lifespans,Remember, as you call them into being,They are the ones who will outlive you.©sidbok19