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I’ve always loved writing stories. Always had and always will. I write delusions hoping that one day they become realities, I wrote about love and unfound happiness, I created people that I gave the power to speak, who are better than most people I know, I write a lot and I’ll never regret giving shape and maybe life to my very average thoughts, the brilliant one and the worst one too.
I write when I am clueless, when things aren’t working out in this little life of mine, when I feel blessed and grateful and, oh when I was broken and teared down to pieces. I stopped thousand times, and I wrote what I kept left a thousand more.
Even though I know for sure than the majority of my writings will go unread, unheard of or even wasted by time, but I promised that little girl once that I never stop telling her in every letter I wrote her that she’s more than enough, that she’s worth it, worth more than she’ll ever know, I promised her that she’ll be with me, within me, every step of the way, and because we’re trust worthy we’ll be together until we reach what’s hidden in the unknown.
Hey, comment vas-tu? What do you want now? I am wondering, why you’re still stuck with that Person? Why do still want him? What do you really have for him? Is it how he stood for you once claiming you’re not somebody’s but your parents’? Did you think it was pure jealousy and love? Did you think he wanted you so much he didn’t even glance your way when you smiled just for him? Or that song that reminds you of him, his fragrance, the 18:18 thing you adored faking stumping on? It’s never wrong to love someone, never, loving heals, YOU said it and I still believe it; loving purely, fully and truthfully is the best cure to everything. Yet, you are not in love. You just missed something you created in your mind, and dellusion you wanted to become a reality .
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This is so cool. I'm the same . I told mt therapist how much I liked writing and she told me it's because it's a comfort space where I feel like no one's judging me and I'm safe. That's why I like it so much. I can truly be myself, use up my potential and genuinely feel at home so it's completely okay and very cool.
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