Usually we're alright. When we're with people during the day, we forget our secret sorrows. But the fire inside us lights up when we're alone at night, with nothing but our thoughts to keep us company. We would rather be empty than be filled with this type of pain.

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Give me pain I can define. The type of pain that I can put to words, not this state of confusion and unexplainable myriad of grief.

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We want to be loved in spite of society’s view of what is “conventionally lovable.” Without any discrimination and stigma, we want to be accepted for who we are.

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There’s this song. It doesn’t necessarily remind us of anything nor is it that melancholic. But when we listen to it, we feel blue. Although it’s a comforting kind of blue.

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Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold, when in fact he is only sad and no longer pretending.

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We just wanted to feel love without having to actually beg for it. But it’s all we know how to do. We weren’t fed love on a silver spoon, so we started licking it off a knife.

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Don’t worry it’s a common misconception; everyone thinks they would understand our feelings till they actually get to know us.

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Our desire is just to be desired. There is this burning incessant need to be wanted in our hearts. It is terrifying at times, and at other times, it is all we have.

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We lie partly to paint a better picture of ourselves; connecting our fantasies to the person we wish were rather than who we really are.

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The world doesn’t usually talk about morality and candor. It rather conceals its absence.

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In the midst of the crowds, in the shapes of the clouds, all you see is her. In the constellations of stars and murals on the walls, all you see is her.

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Is that why you play the music so loud? A beat to drown out the thoughts and sorrows; sound so high you cannot think; lyrics so close to home, you don’t even blink; a melody with a sense of control void from your life; a rhythm to tune out the non-consistency in your life.

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Show me who you are. Show me the part of you you’re not really proud of. Lay out all your cards and let me see your soul stark. Tell me things you’ve never said out loud. Show me the tiny intricacies you’ve wove deep into your bones. Show me the pure tears that veer from your face as you cry yourself to sleep. Tell me what the voice inside of you says. Tell me everything until every tiny morsel of secrecy you have is vanquished and I know the truth of you. Show me the happiness and show me the sadness, the good and bad times. Show me who you are.

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There is an appointed time for everything, a time for every activity under the heavens; a time for birth and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to uproot what was planted; a time to kill and a time to heal; a time to tear down and a time to build up; a time to weep and a time to laugh; a time to wail and a time to dance; a time to throw stones away and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to search and a time to give up as lost; a time to keep and a time to throw away; a time to rip apart and a time to sew together; a time to be silent and a time to speak; a time to love and a time to hate; a time for war and a time for peace.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

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It is the basic human nature that we need something to look forward to, a sense of accretion in our mentality. People that are hanging on by a thread, they’re still hanging on, aren’t they? They have something in the future, a reality they only thought was possible in their very imaginations. If we cut off that goal, that thing we crave so deeply, we lose all sense of sanity. We lose the very thing that makes us, us.

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Having walls around you doesn’t mean it’s home. Home is where the heart is, and my heart has always belonged with her. She was home.

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