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17/F/Canada I am no different than you, I carry the burden of this world as if it is my own. However, I aspire to be remembered by another. To let this world never forget, to let nature reminisce. My entanglements, memories, the name I made for myself. I desire.
I'm like an old diary. Filled with history, Remaining a mystery, Far from misery, Living as trickery. To an extent where, It's only me I see. I'm not the author of my own destiny, A word that ceases to exist in this irony, But perhaps this could be victory? A wonderland of fantasy, Characters as stars I see, Twinkling in the night sky I dream, Sprinkling hope upon an unknown world, Or rather, A nameless story.
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Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 10:05 PM UTC
Nameless Story
Years of despair, Traces to the past. A sorrowful darkness, Wondering what moment is last. A sudden change in time, Yet this remarkable pain. All of my efforts, Must have gone in vain. But then I find, A small little clue. These signs from above, I wonder if they're true. "Why me?" I wonder everyday. Because these shameful sins, Will never go away. And finally, I feel a warmth... A faint as it is, I cannot afford it, If things go north. "Why must I endure this tribulation?", I seek the heavens. Because a soul of faith, Yet a mind full of hate. I aspire, To be good. Not the villain, But I could. The choice is mine, It's a sacred one. In the end I proceed to wait, Oh dear lord, Please make it fun.
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Sep 7, 2025
Sep 7, 2025 at 9:08 PM UTC
Even Hope Comes With a Little Bit of Fear
Once upon a time, My heart yearned for a pair of eyes, those that never once met mine. They were delicate, enhancing a fragile glass, ready to shatter at any moment. But I didn't want to prevent such a beautiful moment. On the contrary, I simply wanted to watch it happen. Because there were colorful butterflies flying carelessly above it, Perfectly reflecting on my glass. I knew it was something only I can see. It wasn't love, perhaps curiosity. I simply wanted to watch over it, Just for a little longer. And I still linger. Curious, and the same question, "What is it thinking at the moment?" "Has it shattered?" Or rather, "Has it healed?" Over and over again. I didn't expect, An aching heart. Is it because that very aching heart, Belongs to me?
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Jul 10, 2025
Jul 10, 2025 at 7:12 PM UTC
A Feeling.
I step into a room full of darkness and shadow. Ironically, I once feared this darkness. But it seems as though I have stepped ahead of the clock. That is, The darkness has consumed me whole. Or rather, The light has ignited the dark. But it only became possible once I removed that barrier... The shutters. "And then that very moon in the sky, became my light" Once upon a time, I dreamt of consuming the darkness instead. If that had happened, Who would chose me? The light or the darkness?
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Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 10:21 PM UTC
Once Upon A Time
I shed tears, For those who had experienced that very pain. The same pain I fear to face, Death. But it pains me more, To be the only one to remember, The Forgotten. All my life, I've seen death play it's game. Those who... seek it, fear it, face it. But despite this, I still feel sorrowful, For all the pitiful souls, Whom leave this vast world behind. Despite their unknown... names, faces, souls, I Feel, Sorrowful. Is this what we call, Mourning?
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Jun 20, 2025
Jun 20, 2025 at 11:10 PM UTC
Mourn.
Once upon a reunion. A moment but forever, a happy memory. An understanding of 'farewell', several tears of sorrow. A pure, yet deeply shattered heart. Longings of love, shadows of despair. A goodbye to the 'golden hour' sky, something once music to my ears. But now it acts like a border separating two worlds. I question myself with crystals rolling down my delicate, fragile self. Why do I still smile? In the end, I'll always be grateful. But when will my prayers be heard?
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May 29, 2025
May 29, 2025 at 9:12 PM UTC
Golden Prayers
Cursed, yet blessed. Bright in disguise, dark in reality. Because she pretends. Because she indulges in her delusions. Because she is hidden. Because a mask can cover scars. Because she repents on her  sins. Because she isn't scared. But that would mean she had left this world behind long ago. Actually, it was all just an illusion. Because in the darkness, she tries to come back. Her broken tears beautifully shine in the dark, immediately crystallizing as they caress her cheeks. Her purple, shattered yet gentle soul, it is irreplaceable. She is I, I am her. Blessed, yet cursed.
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May 8, 2025
May 8, 2025 at 10:56 AM UTC
A Disguise, A Reality.
"In another life," I say as I think beyond the stars. The universe interrupts me, "In this lifetime.", correcting me. I wonder beyond space and time, seeking an answer, a truth, a meaning. And then take a look around, but I can't get my eyes off those pitiful souls. Not that I'm any different.
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Mar 28, 2025
Mar 28, 2025 at 9:20 PM UTC
Pitiful Souls
The name I made for myself. It took me years of patience and effort, and I never spared a single moment for myself alone. I had always relied on this goal of mine, a dream worth sacrificing myself for. And then one day, it's all gone. I'm forced away, hearts unsynced, and although it's also been a while, my heart remains shattered. Because I realized that I'll have to go to sleep, and dream. Being awake and dreaming at the same time is impossible, isn't it? Because it had always been the name I once made for myself.
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Mar 24, 2025
Mar 24, 2025 at 10:01 PM UTC
The Name I Made For Myself
Tonight, the midnight sky is rather different. It consists of dark clouds rapidly moving, dissapearing, and taking turns coveting the bright entity in the sky. I can only catch a momentary break of light, cracking through the clouds. But I'm searching for a beauty that cannot be revealed to this world. I stare at myself, my reflection being cast upon me, this glass seperating me from the untouchable entity. But in my eyes, I catch the big round beauty, glowing in me. And finally I look up, the clouds moving away, my thoughts clearing, and my focus on one, breathtaking moment. And that's the moment I fell in love. With the moon.
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Mar 12, 2025
Mar 12, 2025 at 10:21 PM UTC
Falling In Love Again