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Goodbyes

I don’t want to say goodbye because this one means forever. I’m not ready to turn the page to the next chapter yet. Maybe someday, I’ll be.

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To my lovely girlies,

Here’s your daily reminder to love yourself. The curves of your smile ; so elegant. The curves of your body ; so stunning. Your eyes gleaming with joy when you talk about things you love, making you the most beautiful you’ve ever been.

You’re beautiful, sweetheart. You’re beautiful inside out. Walk with confidence and you’re one hell of a gorgeous woman!

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Plot

"The Silent Patient" follows the story of Alicia Berenson, a celebrated painter who seemingly has the perfect life until she is found standing next to her husband's dead body, having shot him five times in the face. From that moment on, Alicia refuses to speak, leading to her being confined to a psychiatric institution. Theo Faber, a psychotherapist, becomes obsessed with Alicia's case and is determined to unravel the mystery behind her silence. As he delves deeper into her past and psyche, he uncovers dark secrets that lead to a shocking and unexpected conclusion.

Who’s it for?

"The Silent Patient" is perfect for fans of psychological thrillers who enjoy complex plots, unreliable narrators, and unexpected twists. It's also great for readers who appreciate stories with psychological depth and exploration of human behavior. If you enjoy being kept guessing until the very end, this book is definitely for you.

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“ You know you really love someone when you don’t hate them for breaking your heart.”

Loving someone, even after they've hurt you, is like holding onto a piece of them that still feels like home. It's about understanding that love isn't always perfect, and sometimes it comes with pain.

Yet, despite the hurt they've caused, you find it within yourself to forgive them, not because they deserve it, but because you refuse to let bitterness consume your heart.

It's choosing to see the good memories you shared, rather than dwelling on the pain of their betrayal. Loving someone through the hurt is a testament to the depth of your love and your ability to find strength in vulnerability.

It's realizing that even though they may have broken your heart, they haven't shattered your capacity to love.

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May prompts (heartbreak series)

Silent echoes of lost love.

Dreams shattered, glass on floor.

Tears lost in rain, memories fade.

Nights lonely, your absence haunting.

Us fragments, scattered in goodbye.

Ache of missing pieces, your goodbye.

Love whispers drowned in tears.

Laughter fades, swallowed by void.

Echoes of your name, in every heartbeat.

Empty spaces, echoes of us

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Hi guys,

I just started a poetry reblog site to share works of other poets. It’s called @allaboutpoetries

Do share your works under the tag #allaboutpoetries. If you are poet, I’d love to read your words.

I’ll also be sharing poetry prompts on a monthly basis. Do follow :)

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Cracks in the foundation

Cracks in the foundation, deep and wide, A once-strong bond, now fractured inside. I walked through the days, blinded by love, Unaware of the rifts, that tore and shoved.

Each crack a whisper, each fissure a sign, But I turned a blind eye to the warning line. The foundation crumbled, beneath my feet, As I stumbled on, in blissful deceit. The walls we built, now crumbling down,

Echoes of laughter, replaced by a frown. I tried to mend, each fracture and break, But the damage was done, too much at stake. Bound by attachment, I couldn't let go,

Even as the cracks began to show. But now I see, with hindsight's grace, Love was blind, in its embrace. Gladness now fills, the void once there,

The cracks in the foundation, a painful sight, Yet they paved the way for a new insight. Though love was blind, I now can see, The beauty in setting my heart free.

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Fragments of Us

In the stillness of the night, you're gone, And it hurts to my bone, a piercing dawn. The echo of your absence, a weight I bear, A symphony of ache, a relentless despair. In the caverns of my soul, a tempest roars, The jagged edges of heartbreak, it soars. Each beat, a reminder of what once was, Now lost in the void, a silent pause.

The tendrils of panic grip my chest, A suffocating fear, a relentless quest. Gasping for air in this suffocating space, Lost in the chaos, without a trace. Memories like daggers, they pierce and rend, A broken melody, with no sweet end. The ache of longing, a constant refrain, In the symphony of sorrow, I am but a stain. Fragments of us, strewn on the ground, Nothing remains but pieces I've found. In the wreckage, I strive to mend, My shattered heart, on which I depend. Each memory, sharp and clear, Echoes of laughter, whispers of fear. I gather them close, though they cut deep, In the silence of loss, they softly weep.

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Hey, sweethearts :)

It’s been 7 years since I started this blog. But I realised I’ve never given an introduction of myself to you all!

So there you go. I’m Fathima Almas ; an Indian girl raised in Saudi Arabia. I started writing when I was 15. Yes, right when I started this blog.

I love to read. Been reading ever since I was a kid. I love the colour red. I love the smell of new books. I love the smell of soil after a heavy rain.

I’m an introvert with an intense love for reading and writing. I have been working as a content writer for 3 years now.

It’a been quite sometime since I have been active here. My inbox is always open if you want to talk or send in any prompts.

This has been the safest space for me to express myself. I’ll forever be grateful for 19K of you!

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Desire to be his

A flame that flickers deep inside, A longing that can't be denied. It whispers softly, yet burns so bright, Guiding me through the darkest night.

A longing deep within my soul, To fill the void, to make me whole. To be the one he dreams about, In his heart, to find my route. Yearning to be his guiding light, To stay beside him day and night. To share his joys, to ease his pain, In his arms, to forever remain.

To be the reason for his smile, To journey with him mile by mile. To cherish and to hold so dear, In his arms, to banish fear.

Desire to be his, in every way, To love him more with each passing day. To be his rock, his constant cheer, In his heart, to always be near.

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Losing my mind.

In my head, I wander around,

Like in a maze, lost and found.

Memories fade, making me blind,

In my mind, I'm losing my mind.

My thoughts unravel, like strings they fray,

I can't seem to find my usual way.

I search for sense, but it's hard to find,

In my mind, I'm losing my mind.

Laughter fades, it's hard to hear,

It feels like I'm living in constant fear.

Time goes by, leaving me behind,

In my mind, I'm losing my mind.

But in this mess, I start to see,

There's a kind of freedom just for me.

I embrace the chaos, I leave behind,

In my mind, I find peace of mind.

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Softened memory.

Like edges of a well worn page in a beloved book,

I stare into the sky in echoes of a whispered look.

Like secrets of a familiar place,

In the embrace of time’s gentle grace.

Beneath the stars, where memories dance and sway,

Each twinkle a tale of a bygone day.

In the quiet night, the past finds its embrace,

Softened by time, yet leaving its trace.

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It's my 7 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

I started this blog 7 years ago. I can’t even believe it. 7 years of journey as an amateur writer; it has been amazing.

I was barely 15 when I started my tumblr blog. This place has been the safest space for me to showcase what I write.

Thank you to each one of you :)

Here’s to growth and happiness 🥂

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As she stood there, amidst the bustling crowd, her heart raced with anticipation and apprehension. It had been a while since she last saw him, yet his presence still held the power to stir emotions she thought long buried.

Their eyes met, and in that fleeting moment, a flood of memories washed over her. The warmth of his gaze, the familiarity in his smile—it was as if time stood still, transporting her back to a place where they were in love.

She reached out, her hand trembling slightly as it sought his. Their fingers intertwined, fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. It was a bittersweet embrace, a silent acknowledgment of what once was and what could never be again.

As they stood there, lost in each other's gaze, she knew deep down that this was goodbye. A single tear trickled down her cheek, unnoticed amidst the chaos of the crowd. She smiled, a fragile facade masking the turmoil within.

With a whispered farewell, he turned and walked away, fading into the distance like a ghost from her past. And as she watched him go, a part of her heart went with him, leaving behind only the echo of what might have been.

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Why wasn't love enough? Why did you slip away? Where did it all go wrong? I'll never stop loving you. Maybe some day, I'll learn to live with the fact that you can never be mine. Even though our chapter ends right here, you are and you will always be my favorite and the best thing that's ever happened to me.

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In the gentle cradle of his embrace, I traced the contours of his face, each curve a testament to the love that swelled within me. But as my fingers danced upon his skin, a silent ache whispered through the chambers of my heart, for I knew that our love was destined to be a fleeting dream, a wistful melody that would never find its way.

As I gazed into his eyes, I saw the reflection of my own longing, mirrored in the depths of his gaze. And though I yearned for him with every fiber of my being, I knew that our paths were destined to diverge, leading us to separate shores, forever out of reach.

Yet, amidst the pain, there bloomed a bittersweet tenderness, a love that transcended the boundaries of time and space. For even as I knew he would never truly be mine, I cherished every moment spent in his presence, etching his smile into the recesses of my heart and mind, a cherished memory that would endure the test of time.

In the quiet solitude of my thoughts, I captured his image, a snapshot of happiness and warmth, forever imprinted upon the canvas of my soul. And though I may never love another as I have loved him, I carry the beauty of what I had with him, a beacon of light in the darkness, guiding me through the endless expanse of eternity.

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Beneath the starlit canvas of the night sky, we stroll down the quiet streets, bathed in the gentle glow of street lamps. The city around us seems to hush its bustling rhythm as if granting us a private moment.

I am adorned in a sleeveless red dress that caresses the summer breeze, and my hair cascades freely, a cascade of silk tumbling over my shoulders. The night air carries a subtle warmth, and the echo of distant laughter accompanies our every step.

As we amble through the quiet lanes, his fingers, warm and reassuring, find their way to the stray strands of my hair that playfully dance in the night breeze. With a gentle sweep, he moves them away from my shoulder, his touch a tender acknowledgment of the intricate details that define the canvas of our shared stroll.

In that fleeting touch, I sense a connection beyond words, an unspoken understanding that goes beyond the usual. His eyes pause, taking in the surroundings—the lights on the street, the leaves softly moving, and our reflection in store windows.

The cityscape becomes our backdrop, the streets our silent witnesses, as we continue to walk hand in hand, his affectionate words echoing in the quietude of the night.

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