handwritten letters
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For whom are you performing in the theater of life
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For whom are you performing in the theater of life? Everyone’s got their own script, theater — everyone’s playing their own theater.
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In another life, in another world — astropoetica
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In another life, I know love by its taste, by its touch, by its warmth, by its presence, by its aroma, by its pattern.
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I think that’s the problem. Either I love too much or not at all. Either I enjoy your company or feel disgusted by every moment. I live to the extremes. I think that’s the problem. Either I dream too much or not at all. Either I crave the silence or drown in the noise. Either…
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If I am visible, why don’t they see me?
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If I am visible, why do they treat me like a ghost? And if I am invisible, then why does this mirror reflect the light scattered by my silhouette? Even a mirror acknowledges my presence but people won’t. — Sadia Hakim // Letters Unsent Read, I am a black butterfly poem, here.
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My ears are being pierced between the voices inside my head and the voices of these people-y things. Inside vs outside quotes by sadia hakim
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There was a time when pain demanded a reaction—when injustice burned in the chest, when sorrow welled up in the eyes, when rage found its voice.
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The older I get, the more I realize…
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The older I get, the more I realize the importance of a rainy day, a freshly brewed cup of tea or coffee, and a good book to read.