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"I have fallen, for your words.They are like, a gossamer cobweb, I have been, embroiled, decoyed, snared into!Incapacitated.I fail to escape.I fail to liberate.Your words, didn't redeem, made me a, captive instead."
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"Happiness is a temporary recurring human experience."
"My eyes are open and I'm not seeing a thing because I am so lost inside."
"All the things that people do in order to show that they don't need anybody... meanwhile, all they really want to do is say, "Please keep me." We all want to be kept. The problem is we are too afraid to let anyone know about it. What are these fragile things in our hearts that have so much fear of being broken?"
"And then something invisible snapped insider her, and that which had come together commenced to fall apart."
"Then the man smiled, and his smile was a shock, for it was all on one side, going up in the right cheek and down in the left.There was nothing, rationally speaking, to scare anyone about this. Many people have this nervous trick of a crooked smile, and in many it is even attractive. But in all Syme's circumstances, with the dark dawn and the deadly errand and the loneliness on the great dripping stones, there was something unnerving in it. There was the silent river and the silent man, a man of even classic face. And there was the last nightmare touch that his smile suddenly went wrong."
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"I have fallen, for your words.They are like, a gossamer cobweb, I have been, embroiled, decoyed, snared into!Incapacitated.I fail to escape.I fail to liberate.Your words, didn't redeem, made me a, captive instead."
"She is the force, that you end upreading about in thick novels. She is the kind of woman, you adore, for being so content with messy hair.She is the kind, who woulddecline whatever the mankind would exalt - and redesign everything that isinclined to remind herof how strongly, the society wants her confined.To this girl, on a romantic date, he asked the question inaccurate - 'Honey, why do you always take the roadthat is so untold, hard and loathed?'She thought of giving him a second chance, and resisting any anger - loaded advance, She replied, 'Why do you speculate, that I choose my fate, imagining there are two roads?"
"Each drop that fell, had a story to tell.each smile that curved, said a million words.(Poem: Our Existence, Book: Ginger and Honey)"
"As the sun sets, something in me rises! Do you think it could be my soul? I feel it's a big probability!"
"Absence is more, thorny on the soul, than however dulcet, presence can be.Apparently, I have missed you, more than, I have ever loved you."
"There are only two most powerful situations - being so small that you have nothing to lose and being so big that you don't care what you lose!"
"In this, journey, of reaching, to myself, I have had, many a, thoroughfares, goodbye affairs, reality checks, and, lovely overwhelms."
"The mirror it was and life it spelled, The road ahead, and the time past stepped, All gathered in one; one to all paired, My life is so different from all the world's threads.My breaths are mine, my woes are too, If my life were put through you, You sure would unlikely pursue, It should be left for me to gather, I am its sculptor, mine would be the hammer."
"And I sat there at the patio, while the whole of universe, was getting engulfed, in the whitest whiteness of snow.Down, near my rough paw, is soft snow, mannering a fidgeting embryo.I monitored the snow that plunged, on the soil of my backyard, and realized it melting fast.Was that the temperature or, my eyes on it overcast?While I think of this melted exalt, I am obliged to ask, What ought happens to the thoughts?Where do they get tossed?When they are forgot?Scorched?Scoffed?Deformed? Unadorned?"
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