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Humble
Always be ready to say goodbye to everything,
To the comforts you outgrew, to the ache they bring.
This was the year you faced the cost of learning to love through understanding loss. It was the year you found air and learned to breathe again,
the year you stood taller when no one else stood with you.
You dug out the rot in your mind
to make room for peace, the kind that lasts. It was the year you learned to appreciate solitude,
to honor boundaries and protect them fiercely.
The year freedom overwhelmed you,
and you began to shape it into something meaningful. This was the year you became tough,
the year you stood by yourself,
the year you finally understood
that saying “No” isn’t selfishness,
it’s survival, it’s self respect, it’s love. It was a year of soft smiles shared with strangers,
of hesitant steps and uncertain moments.
But you kept walking, and somehow,
you found the door to something pure. So here’s to the days that asked for more,
and to the little moments of 2024.
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Dec 31, 2024
Dec 31, 2024 at 1:06 PM UTC
The Year
When was the last time you were truly happy, not merely existing but truly alive? When was the last time you smiled sincerely, not that rehearsed facade? When was the last time you were honest with yourself, embracing your flaws and strengths, saying what was in your mind, genuine and unfiltered? When was the last time laughter flowed freely, genuine and unrestrained? When was the last time you spoke passionately, about something you love deeply? When was the last time you loved yourself deeply, accepting every part of who you are? When was the last time your heart was in sync with your mind, free and unburdened? So tell me, when was the last time you were truly you?
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Apr 6, 2024
Apr 6, 2024 at 4:24 AM UTC
Finding You
Once dubbed 'number two,' a label, a haunting echo, a constant reminder, From a third year’s Scrabble match that left me second best, the genesis of a nickname I hated. The bitter taste of second place, a memory stark, A reminder of striving, of yearning, yet falling short. Averse to the shadow of 'not quite,' 'almost there, but...' It's funny how being second haunted me, Always striving to escape my past and secrets. I've hidden the truth about my family, A split that's more than what the world knows, I’ve always been ‘the secret child’ A narrative whispered, diluted, for ears unacquainted. Universe never seize to mock me with it. Contemplating the roads I could have paved better, Guarding what was precious, fortifying with fervor, I’m here , pondering the 'what ifs' and 'maybes,' A lament for the present, with heavy eyes and teary-eyes. Regrets linger for not trying harder. Three years invested, hopes were shattered, I don't blame you for trying to rebuild, giving it another try. Instead, I blame fate, the ‘Universe’ A relentless orchestrator, marking me perennially 'two,' Even when love briefly eased the burden. Now, in the quiet of night, in sorrow's embrace I write, Words once sweet now tinged with pain,. I've been through a rollercoaster of emotions, For days now, you’ve witnessed my descent and ascent, I blamed you, I tried being strong, became a wreck, got drunk to prove a point, isolated , sought validation from internet, found myself overwhelmed by the attention and tried to convince everyone ‘I’m fine’,  I felt numb. Right now I’m just a shattered soul seeking solace in poetry’s embrace. Every emotion, a verse, every thought, a line inscribed, writing seems to be my only solace. To the boy I loved and wanted to give it all to, I’m thinking of you and I just want you to always be happy, being second doesn’t mean I can’t still be your number one cheerleader. We always thought alike and wanted the same things; I do not wish to hate you as you don’t want it too. I want to keep you as much as you want to do with me , Let's move past this, erase the awkwardness, Let not animosity tarnish what affection once graced, I hope we can salvage our friendship soon.
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Dec 21, 2023
Dec 21, 2023 at 2:00 PM UTC
Number two
Once dubbed 'number two,' a label, a haunting echo, a constant reminder, From a third year’s Scrabble match that left me second best, the genesis of a nickname I hated. The bitter taste of second place, a memory stark, A reminder of striving, of yearning, yet falling short. Averse to the shadow of 'not quite,' 'almost there, but...' It's funny how being second haunted me, Always striving to escape my past and secrets. I've hidden the truth about my family, A split that's more than what the world knows, I’ve always been ‘the secret child’ A narrative whispered, diluted, for ears unacquainted. Universe never seize to mock me with it. Contemplating the roads I could have paved better, Guarding what was precious, fortifying with fervor, I’m here , pondering the 'what ifs' and 'maybes,' A lament for the present, with heavy eyes and teary-eyes. Regrets linger for not trying harder. Three years invested, hopes were shattered, I don't blame you for trying to rebuild, giving it another try. Instead, I blame fate, the ‘Universe’ A relentless orchestrator, marking me perennially 'two,' Even when love briefly eased the burden. Now, in the quiet of night, in sorrow's embrace I write, Words once sweet now tinged with pain,. I've been through a rollercoaster of emotions, For days now, you’ve witnessed my descent and ascent, I blamed you, I tried being strong, became a wreck, got drunk to prove a point, isolated , sought validation from internet, found myself overwhelmed by the attention and tried to convince everyone ‘I’m fine’,  I felt numb. Right now I’m just a shattered soul seeking solace in poetry’s embrace. Every emotion, a verse, every thought, a line inscribed, writing seems to be my only solace. To the boy I loved and wanted to give it all to, I’m thinking of you and I just want you to always be happy, being second doesn’t mean I can’t still be your number one cheerleader. We always thought alike and wanted the same things; I do not wish to hate you as you don’t want it too. I want to keep you as much as you want to do with me , Let's move past this, erase the awkwardness, Let not animosity tarnish what affection once graced, I hope we can salvage our friendship soon.
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I’ve died many times before, and nobody knows I’ve fought and struggled, hurt and bleed to death over and over but the sad thing is, when I die, people will think it's the first time.
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Mar 4, 2022
Mar 4, 2022 at 4:57 PM UTC
Sad thing
I think I deserve this, I’ve always covered myself with a blanket of fear, that way, I don’t fall in love with you I was protecting myself from getting hurt when this thing between us goes sour, I didn’t think about your feelings too. Classic me, always selfish Here I am now, loving you and you’re slipping away from me. I don’t want to lose you, but maybe it’s time I became selfless and just let you go. I deserve this ache in my heart.
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Mar 3, 2022
Mar 3, 2022 at 4:33 PM UTC
unselfish
this silence between us, is like an egg, the answers we seek is inside, but we're just too scared to break it.
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Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 6:17 PM UTC
scared
I almost didn't survive you leaving me but, I think I would have died anyway if you stayed.
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Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 5:47 PM UTC
Almost
I didn't think you'd return back to me but you did. You shouldn't have, because now, you're just a familiar stranger. I neither hate nor love you.
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Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 1:38 PM UTC
Return
As a kid, I thought wardrobes really led people to Narnia As a tenager, it became a place that held all the secrets of seven minutes in heaven. Now, it's just another chaotic part of my life Memories yet to be sorted out, Secrets still hidden deep in like your shirts. That leaves me believing that wardrobe is just a fancy name for cemetery, for memories and secrets.
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Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 10:47 AM UTC
Wardrobe
Problems aren't toothbrushes. so learn to share them.
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Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 4:49 AM UTC
Problems