Tag: STORY
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Is Your Circle Really as Strong as You Think?
You know…I don’t think we really get it.We chase vibes, we chase crowds,but we forget the power of real friendships. I’m not talking about the squad you party with on Friday nights.No.I’m talking about the ones who would answer your call at 2 a.m.,half asleep but already grabbing their car keys,just to drive you to…
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You are still worthy of love.
You know…sometimes you love someone so deeply,that you give your all without even thinking twice.You plan the surprises,you buy the cake,you make sure everything is perfect,because you want them to feel special. But then…without warning,they stop answering your calls.They block you everywhere.They leave you hanging,and suddenly, you are left with nothing but confusion. At first,…
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“If It Wasn’t Love, Why Did It Hurt Like This?”
I didn’t plan this.Honestly, falling for you wasn’t on my checklist.At first, you were just my person, my safe place,the one who made the world feel a little less loud. Over time, though, things began to shift.At first, it was subtle.Then gradually, your smile started feeling like home.And suddenly, your laughter became the soundtrack to…
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I Let You Go, Because I Learned to Love Me Too
I didn’t just wake up feeling strong.That strength grew from late nights,Tear-stained pillows, and quiet prayers I barely managed to say.So many times, I couldn’t breathe from the weight of questions I never got answers to.I kept asking myself what I did wrong,Why love couldn’t fix it,Why I kept holding on to someone who wasn’t…
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“When They Only Call You When They Need You, That’s Not Love.”
I used to think that giving was love.That showing up for everyone,Even when I was barely standing,Was a badge of honor. At first, it felt good.They smiled.They called me reliable, dependable, selfless.And yes, I believed them. But as time went on,I started noticing things,Subtle at first, but then loud enough to hurt.Like how my calls…
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No More Pouring from an Empty Cup
I used to give.And then I gave some more.Even when my hands trembled,Even when my soul ached. At first, I felt proud,Being the one who showed up,Who answered every late-night call,Who made space for others even when I had none left for myself. But over time, I noticed something.They only came around when they needed…
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“Strong, But Tired: The Unspoken Truth of Being the Firstborn”
I didn’t choose this crown.Life handed it to me the moment I cried first.It wasn’t golden,Rather, it was molded from responsibility… pressure… silence… and sacrifice.And yes, I wear it well but at what cost? You see, being the eldestFeels like signing a contract I never agreed to.No one explained the terms,Instead, things just began to…
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They Promised to Meet Again…But Death Came First
I know death.Not as a stranger…But as someone I’ve met too many times along the road.And perhaps you’ve met it too,not in a dramatic way,but in the quiet loss of familiar faces. Maybe you’ve stood in class photos,grinning wide,not knowing that the person beside youwouldn’t make it to the next one.At that moment, everything felt…
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They stopped choosing you by walking shadow poetry
They might just fade away…Not with fireworks or grand announcements,Not with explanations that wrap everything up with a neat bow,But with a silence that sneaks in slowly,A silence that starts small, missed calls, shorter texts, longer gaps,Until one day, you realize it’s not silence anymore… it’s absence At first, you might find yourself scrolling through…