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Does anything at all make any sense? No offense! Is everything real or just a lens of pretense? Anyway, I feel that this moment is dying and now I’m done wrying and trying.

Astha Srivastava

Does anything at all make any sense? No offense! Is everything real or just a lens of pretense? Anyway, I feel that this moment is dying and now I’m done wrying and trying.
ASTHA SRIVASTAVA

Broken Heart Die Lens Moments Offense Real Sense Try
How crazy it is to define your happiness with hypocrisy-laced conventions? To always go with the flow and not letting the craziness show. Looks like the only sanity is to LET GO.
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Convention Crazy Happiness Let Go Sanity
Maybe I should just let myself feel to the point that I don’t feel anything. It’s the game of feelings, I think it’s time to play with my own.
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Feeling Game Myself Numb Play Time
How your words and pauses have become mine. How you are a full stop to my every line. You have colored me with your thoughts, red and white. The tinge of my blood and the pure divine.
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Color Couple Heart Pause Red Relationship White Words
In a world where insensitivity and indifference are overrated. Don’t lose faith in love and warmth. You may feel lost and worn out, but the most magical and the richest place will always be a kind heart.
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Faith Heart Indifference Inspirational Kind Lose Lost Love Magic Overrated Rich World
Aren’t we all murderers? Sometimes of our emotions. Sometimes of our dream. Sometimes of our conscience for the sake of being downstream?
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Broken Heart Conscience Deep Dreams Murder
To rise after a fall, oh what an idea to haul. What you think would hold you, More often than not, turns your white soul into cold blue.
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Cold Fall Healing Ideas Rise Soul Thinking
I don’t know what I need, Maybe just dreams, the right people, and a spirit freed of all the worries, insecurities, and fear. A fulfilled life where visions and hearts are more clear.
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Clear Dreams Fear Insecurity Life People Spirit Vision Worry
No truths hidden, no lies fed. No expectations, no tears shed.
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Expectation Hide Numb Shed Tears Truth
Finally found solace, a way out of maze. You discern, YOU are your HOME, Today and Always.
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Home Positive Solace
Eyes bloodshot, words insane, anxious thoughts, feelings ashamed. After all, it was the heart to be blamed.
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Anxiety Ashame Blame Blood Break Up Eyes Heart Thoughts
It covers me like the embrace of the sky. Like a closed one bidding goodbye. Like those smeared memories and lyrics of a melancholy song, Home, Home is what I long for.
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Embrace Goodbye Home Lyrics Melancholy
To choose a plain life, I choose neither to lose and nor do I gain, If happiness is not in my destiny, I refuse to accept pain.
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Acceptance Destiny Gain Happiness Life Lose Pain Refuse
Is less really more or more is actually less? Will you leave me depressed or will I make you obsessed? Oh, What a mess! What a mess!
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Depression Mess Obsessed
Are you my poison or my solace? Leaving me disconcerted and blue.. Disguised in a bliss or elixir behind menace? Hard to live WITH OR WITHOUT YOU!
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Bliss Break Up Disconnection I Miss You Leaving Poison Solace
Souls shouldering the burden of false hopes, broken promises, fear like a burning flame. Maybe that’s why each one of us is so different yet the same.
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Broken Heart Burden Burn Different False Flame Hope Promise Soul
Sometimes life is easier when you intentionally choose not to understand the meaning behind, when you try to look away from what’s apparent to the eyes of the mind.
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Easy Eyes Intention Life Mind Understand

Does anything at all make any sense? No offense! Is everything real or just a lens of pretense? Anyway, I feel that this moment is dying and now I’m done wrying and trying.

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