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We take secrets to our graves that are no big deal to anyone but ourselves.
I'm learning to love the sound of my feet walking away from things not meant for me.
Some people aren't good at asking for help, they're so used to being 'the helper.' Throughout their life they've experienced an unbalance give and take, so their instinct is usually "I'll figure it out on my own". The self-reliance is all they've ever known.
She wasn't even asking for happiness, she was just asking for a little less pain. But, you couldn't even give her that?
She felt like crying but nothing came out. It was just a sort of sad sicknees, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. But I think I have known it pretty often, too often.
is how souls learn to ignite fire.
Eye contact can be the source of how souls catch fire. It'll either be in burning passion, or chard remains of an inevitable defeat.
And just like that, I realized that my old scars never truly healed,
because they bled again at a single word.
In maths: an equation
In chemistry: a reaction
In history: a war
In geography: a place
In life: everything
tired
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