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Hey Ritu, I can't "dear" you. And, deer is already taken, too. So, hey Ritu! I always think to myself if "that's relatable" is a way to let the person know that I totally understand them or it's more like, "Excuse me, that's not new. Everyone goes through that. So yeah, that's why it's relatable." So everytime I tell someone that I can relate to something they're going through, I really feel terrible. But Reetoo, your recent post, I can relate to it. I am more than happy that you can absolutely understand what I go through and I can do the same with you. You get me, don't you? Congratulations. I mean, duhg. Nevermind. I don't know. Ritu not even proofread.

Hey Ritu, I can't "dear" you. And, deer is already taken, too. So, hey Ritu! I always think to myself if "that's relatable" is a way to let the person know that I totally understand them or it's more like, "Excuse me, that's not new. Everyone goes through that. So yeah, that's why it's relatable." So everytime I tell someone that I can relate to something they're going through, I really feel terrible. But Reetoo, your recent post, I can relate to it. I am more than happy that you can absolutely understand what I go through and I can do the same with you. You get me, don't you? Congratulations. I mean, duhg. Nevermind. I don't know. Ritu not even proofread.

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//A letter to the one i eta-h Dear Ahana, i should have wrote Deer Familiar Stranger or something that's normal to us. i am growing normal. this is an information. infor

//A letter to the one i eta-h Dear Ahana, i should have wrote Deer Familiar Stranger or something that's normal to us. i am growing normal. this is an information. infor

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"The place called poetry" We live between the lines, We die between the pages. //captioned — % & Dark heaven with hidden mysteries and truth. An abode for unshared feelings and unfamiliar emotions. Where silent chaos speaks more than

"The place called poetry" We live between the lines, We die between the pages. //captioned — % & Dark heaven with hidden mysteries and truth. An abode for unshared feelings and unfamiliar emotions. Where silent chaos speaks more than

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•self-obsession and free-day tools• (caption) •self-obsession and free-day tools• I) i woke up asking how many letters are there in தமிழ் and let shame wash me through. now, Google gets

•self-obsession and free-day tools• (caption) •self-obsession and free-day tools• I) i woke up asking how many letters are there in தமிழ் and let shame wash me through. now, Google gets

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To the one who eta-hs me, #weetaheachother (Caption) From the one who eta-hs you. To Ahana, Lately, we both have been cbs-ing playful complaints, to annoy eachother. Though, grumbling is our birthright, for it runs throug

To the one who eta-hs me, #weetaheachother (Caption) From the one who eta-hs you. To Ahana, Lately, we both have been cbs-ing playful complaints, to annoy eachother. Though, grumbling is our birthright, for it runs throug

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i have hope planted by people i smile at, their roots have penetrated into my skin to my insides, that no matter how many times i become invisible, they can bake me lights and make me shine. so, dear Discomfort, you did make me uncomfortable. now is the time to leave, i've left the door open, so bye. Dear Discomfort, how do you crawl into crevices others don't even dream of? from the dead cells of my foot through the zip of my trouser to

i have hope planted by people i smile at, their roots have penetrated into my skin to my insides, that no matter how many times i become invisible, they can bake me lights and make me shine. so, dear Discomfort, you did make me uncomfortable. now is the time to leave, i've left the door open, so bye. Dear Discomfort, how do you crawl into crevices others don't even dream of? from the dead cells of my foot through the zip of my trouser to

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//A random list of randomness A random list of randomness: 1) i am sitting in a chair, trying to feel past the burning sensation in my thumb born out of my mouth gnawin

//A random list of randomness A random list of randomness: 1) i am sitting in a chair, trying to feel past the burning sensation in my thumb born out of my mouth gnawin

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//A letter to 20 year-old HG— % & #letterto20yohg Dear 20-yo-HG, I will turn 19 soon. I am crying right now. I want to pull my jaw apart and tend to it. It's that painful.

//A letter to 20 year-old HG— % & #letterto20yohg Dear 20-yo-HG, I will turn 19 soon. I am crying right now. I want to pull my jaw apart and tend to it. It's that painful.

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//A letter to 18-year-old HG// Dear 18-yo-HG, I am almost on the verge of crying. Reason is as silly as it could be. Well, there is no reason at all. I swear on all the c

//A letter to 18-year-old HG// Dear 18-yo-HG, I am almost on the verge of crying. Reason is as silly as it could be. Well, there is no reason at all. I swear on all the c