Fr Somebody Teach Me This :)

🍀We can't keep expecting anyone else, to fill up a void created by someone else, in our heart. We can't replace other people to numb our own pain. We don't possess the right to pass on our pain to others.

People who were there, had sculptured themselves, curved and crafted their unique shapes in our hearts. Now, when the sculptures are gone, it leaves nothing but those crafted scars behind. We can't force any other artpiece into the box of a specifically crafted void.

Instead, why don't we try to find our buried selves into the crafted scars? Why don't we breathe through the voids created by them? When theres nothing left to save, let us relish the freedom.🍀

Sometimes, it's a potential to heal when we see some people, at the end of the day, has taken out some time for themselves, after being there for everyone and everything, they repair, rearrange and heal some old scratches. They aren't usually the rotten hearts among us. It's an inspiration itself to see the self care, the intensity of the love for themselves and the way they keep coming back to home to themselves even after flowing through earthly lives. Isn't it an ambition enough of not to lose yourself even when you're camouflaging amidst the crowds?

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💮Be careful what you perceive or learn from your past. You can't turn something into your source of pain and a jealousy of not being enough from where you were suppose create your strong fundamentals and nurture yourself. Be careful as well, whom you reveal it to. Your past isn't worthy of to be put out amidst every little argument. Putting up your past, this could be one of the easiest ways to break someone. Don't push yourself into that pathetic version of you.💮

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To love is to expect,

What is love, if it doesn't make the worn out winter willow , pray for summer?

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🌸 "You keep forgiving someone until you unlove them"🌸

-Unknown

And suddenly, the splashes of rain smelled like a strange sensation of being everything alright, which I barely trust. The muddy petrichor gave me a deja vu of a life I've lost somewhere here. Perhaps the showerdrops will taste sweet, like childhood, or it may hurt as healing.

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💮It is daring to love someone

the way you want love. The security,

The delicacy, the depth, in that

amount of love. Somebody gotta

be sure enough at first about not being judged

for insanity or for simply acting weird,

for decorating you with their tumbled pieces.💮

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🌸Please, don't let this be me, let this be you.

For the last time, let it be you going away far. Don't make the destruction seem to be caused by me. Don't make me blame myself again. Don't change me. Don't make me regret for loving people. Don't seize me from falling in love again.🌸

☆☆ It certainly makes me nostalgic,when I know how young I was when I realized it's not easy living here, and I transcended from living to surviving.

It certainly makes me unhappy, the person I see when I look to the mirror. She disappoints me more than people.

It certainly makes me brutal, how it's me, who knows every weakness about myself, yet turns them against me. Instead of delicate consolidations it burns me, with my flaws. ☆☆

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