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Hate

We are a generation that romanticizes hate and heartbreak so much. Truth is, I don’t think I could hate him as much as I love him.

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Clean slate

I want to lose everything. I want to lose everyone. I want to lose myself. I want to lose everything I know about me and the world, so I could start all over again.

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To all the things I’ve given up on

How many prayers and dreams have I let go just when I about to reach it? How many nights of praying have I wasted, pleading the heavens just for me to have you? And just when my prayers are about to get answered, why did my heart suddenly stop loving you?

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Just decide

Sometimes all you have to do is to decide, then stick to that decision no matter what. Don’t ask why, don’t look back, don’t dissect what should be, or what can be, or why you shouldn’t. Just decide. Then live it, breathe it, die with it.


// Wrote this a long long time ago. Funny how until now, I still wasn’t able to stick with the reason for this post. 😔😩

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Doubtful Heart

I want to be loved so much so that my doubtful heart would never know how to doubt again.

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Worst realization

I fought for someone who would not fight for me.

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If you think about it

If you think about it, everyone of us will die. Rich, poor, young, old, whatever you have achieved or whoever you are, all of us have the same destination. Dust to earth. So why then do we keep on burdening ourselves, killing ourselves with anxiety, filling our days and nights with incessant thoughts of what to do, or what to accomplish, or if we have enough, or how to have more than enough, when all of it, all of it, regardless of our achievements, popularity, fame, and money, stand nothing in the face of death?

Why then can’t we just live simply and happy and contented, and be kind to everyone and anyone we meet?

Why then do we need to prove to ourselves that we can do this and that, have this and that, be this and that, when even a second from now is not really ours?

Why then do we wait forever before we say I love you to the person we love, and why don’t we spend time with the people who really matters to us when all we really have is this life and this lifetime to expend?

If you think about it, everyone of us will die.

Why then do we let ourselves suffer so much?

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