How does one love a person who is not a person but a multitude?
HINNAH MIANDepression is the way my eyes have learnt how to close more than open.
More Hinnah Mian Quotes
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I always wanted to be more than my brown skin, when you told me I was sweet like cinnamon.
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I love you like I barely had a land to call my own.
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I like to trace the ghosts of your fingers on the back of my hand. They read- I don’t know how to hold without you.
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I am tired of living in a world, where I belong deeply, to anyone but myself.
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Depression is the way my eyes have learnt how to close more than open.
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I’ve got nothing left to give but I keep digging deeper.
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Hope lingers like a moon.
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I’m sorry only I can both drown you and be the summer that dries it away.
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I want to separate writing from heartbreak but I don’t know how.
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How do you mourn the loss of someone who was never yours to begin with?
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Read the scars on my body like braille, for I no longer know how to tell a story that belongs deeply to me but is no longer mine.
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This country collects too many tongues, until our only language is silence.
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I pocket grief and it beckons me like a lover.
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I am a child of borderlines and we are two lands, carved differently.
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He reminds me of the shadow between silences.
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