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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - Life is a burden and death is a luxury, at last we are all dreaming to buy.

Life is a burden and death is a luxury, at last we are all dreaming to buy.

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You’re breathed all over the walls of my lungs and I don’t know how to breathe you out.
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Break Up Breathe Memories Relationship Wall Yourself
Death is the mercy of life on us.
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Death Life Mercy Ourselves
He’s shy, he talks to her only. She’s bold, she listens to him only.
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Bold Herself Himself Listening Shy Talk
After heartbreak, darling treat yourself with some sunset and poetry in a wine glass.
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Break Up Heart Broken Poetry Treat Yourself
Fear people who dare to walk with their chest open, despite of having a heart bruise by love.
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Bruise Chest Fear Heart People Walk
Love to the fullest. Either you’ll live for eternity or die as a poet.
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Forever Full Live Love Poet Yourself
And the biggest irony is you spend a lifetime finding someone to love and then die learning how to unlove them.
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Big Finding Irony Learning Life Love Time Yourself
You can see heaven or earth in her pupils when she’s smiling, and happy for real.
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Earth Eyes Happiness Heaven Reality Smile
Worship her for the way she rolls her sleeves up and hums the silence of healing.
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Healing Herself Silence Way Worship
Its alright darl, moon is also alone in the crowd of stars.
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Alone Crowd Moon Stardom
Darling, do not teach your stars to shine. Teach them how to embrace the darkness.
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Darkness Embrace Shine Stars Teaching Yourself
She is handpicked by nature to bleed. Look, how she makes pain bow down and plead.
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Blood Herself Inspirational Nature Pain
And then writer in you is so homesick of pain, that you plead your wounds to bleed and ache.
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Ache Blood Home Sick Wound Writing Yourself
Poem is a phoenix, whose wings are painted in the colors of nostalgia.
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Color Nostalgia Paint Phoenix Poem Wings
She’s never silent, you can always listen her soul speaking the tongue of poetry.
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Herself Listening Poetry Silence Soul
Rest your head on his shoulder more often. Earth blushes when a snowflake gently dozes off on it.
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Earth Gentle Head Snow Yourself

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