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There is a quiet tragedy in pouring out your entire soul to someone, only to have them recoil as though you held a blade instead of a gift.
See, my darling? You should have sought a real man— like me. Instead, you went to one that can't even come to "rescue you". How pathetic.
When you offer a woman your entire devotion, only to be locked out of her world because she choose a loser over substance.
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" بدلاً من أن أجد شخصًا يشاركني ذوقي، أفضّل أن أجد شخصًا يُعلّمني أشياء لم أكن أعلم أنني أحبّها "
- فريدريك نيتشه
Where did you wander, my love? It is far too late for hide and seek. Come back to me before I find you— let me feed you, rest your heavy heart, and hush you into quiet dreams tonight.
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There's something so beautifully poetic about finding someone as doomed as you are and finding the hope in each other— and spending forever proving that light exists to each other.
She told me she loved books, so I began to turn my soul into pages, hoping one day she would read me.
Every bed I've ever slept in never felt like my own. There were always strange sheets, strange smells—and just when I thought I'd be getting used to it, we'd have to leave.





















