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darkacademia2994 · 2 years
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Someone burned by flames shouldn't go near fire again, Then tell me why do I turn back to same things again and again. This self-destructive structure of mind, is it good for nothing? I hope this flames don't endure me. My father used to say I was a fighter. But father your daughter no longer want to fight. Come back from the sky she's miserable. Just come back.
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darkacademia2994 · 2 years
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'Ignorance is a bliss', its a double edge sword it feels nice to forget things for a short span of time. But infact it just delays the inevitability. Addressing your thoughts at the movement might sound frightening, tho sometimes it is the solution.
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darkacademia2994 · 2 years
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A lot of things are destroyed in darkness but more are made there by darkness itself. With a constant pace of overwhelming fear, a lot of people are made into themselves. It's fear of not being understood for me. What about you?
Drushti
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darkacademia2994 · 2 years
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City dust mixed with rain, drops-drops, slow ac sound in the back; might be the music of the day. Intoxicating my blood with furious rush of excitement, kinda out of my mind, kinda fucked up, feeling everything at once. But it is what it is. Numbness stillness whatever you wanna call it this feeling is deliberate.
Drushti
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darkacademia2994 · 2 years
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Moon,Why am I so obsessed with you? The childish curiosity I had when I was five that does moon follows me everywhere there's where it started! Every event of my life is attached with moon and scientific facts that moon's revolution around earth and theories doesn't explain the stardust in my veins. Moon my despair is calling you out again but you're not visible. The Moon is like some people who come and go out of your life. The moon left me too and so will you so don't bother to come back because moon does that and one of you is enough.
Drushti
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darkacademia2994 · 2 years
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But trust me if he asked once, I would have given him all. No peice of glass would be left. All of the broken-rough peice of glass of my heart, embedded in blood. I would have gave him all of it. But sadly he didn't cared.
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darkacademia2994 · 2 years
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It's not that I don't want him, I still long for the way he made me feel. But that's what I'm terrified of the things you made me feel. Maybe some chemical reaction called love? That's what I'm afraid of. Love.
Drushti
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darkacademia2994 · 2 years
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Once again I'm staring the moon, tremendous feelings of ache; feeling of burning. Not the familiar burns of desire, dispparre or rage. Apparently this was something burning through my heart the burns of someone else's fault engraved in my being, in my existence. It hurts to know that that burns are caused by my only love and burns that might never heal.
Drushti
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darkacademia2994 · 2 years
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incapable of love, or capable only of an impossible love, suffers endlessly. he is solitary, languid, his condition exhausts him. if he wants to feel alive, it must be in the terrible exaltation of a brief and destructive action.
— 𝘈𝘭𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘵 𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘶𝘴
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darkacademia2994 · 2 years
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"Try giving your love to someone", they said; but how I stop? How to put a break on my thoughts ? Nobody taught me that, that's why I blame myself. I was a fool to fall for someone even after knowing that falling causes damages. Always.
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darkacademia2994 · 2 years
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Some honeybees drown and die in honey, maybe that's what life is about, create something sweet and beautiful; drown in it till it ends you.
Drushti
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darkacademia2994 · 2 years
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I wish to fall as gracefully as autumn leaves and snow fall, I wana fall for life and it's beauty; and to introduce my grief as 'The greatest disasters of my life', Beautiful by-product of catastrophe dissolved in our own fallacies that's what we all are.
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darkacademia2994 · 2 years
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Human languages are incapable of expressing everything. Bundles of emotions felt in the pit of my stomach which are pretty much unexplainable. Language do not depict some deep emotion felt in monotonous life of mine. Frustrating isn't it?
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darkacademia2994 · 2 years
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Beauty resides in every expect of life, small victories, small blisses. Everything seems fun when you're yourself.
Drushti
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