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Star Can Shine Because I:m Loving Example 🖤 ©Mohamed Arsath Star ✨ #caption#Star#Shine#Captioned

Star Can Shine Because I:m Loving Example 🖤 ©Mohamed Arsath Star ✨ #caption#Star#Shine#Captioned

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My love through this letter... #captioned# I'm not really good at writing letters, neither am I in admitting feelings to another, but being so far apart from you, feels like strings pulling on my heart, leaving it trapped in this body of mine. Spending time with you was an adventure of seeing things in a different light,

My love through this letter... #captioned# I'm not really good at writing letters, neither am I in admitting feelings to another, but being so far apart from you, feels like strings pulling on my heart, leaving it trapped in this body of mine. Spending time with you was an adventure of seeing things in a different light,

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It's all coming back to me now... #captioned# “What do you want?” he asked, scowling. Her throat seemed to close up at his words. She was too late, the damage had been done. She looked into his eyes, those cold, beautiful eyes. “Nothing,” she replied. “Nothing at all.” The memory of him burned in her brain, and apparently the one of hers didn’t exist in his. She was back to what she was before that lonely December night, a stranger. Then one night things turned around. “I can’t remember anything.” he finally spoke. After 5 minutes of sile

It's all coming back to me now... #captioned# “What do you want?” he asked, scowling. Her throat seemed to close up at his words. She was too late, the damage had been done. She looked into his eyes, those cold, beautiful eyes. “Nothing,” she replied. “Nothing at all.” The memory of him burned in her brain, and apparently the one of hers didn’t exist in his. She was back to what she was before that lonely December night, a stranger. Then one night things turned around. “I can’t remember anything.” he finally spoke. After 5 minutes of sile

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Sometimes...I'm not good enough. #captioned# Sometimes, I worry that when all my life I've tried to find home between black and white in the balance in between, I still get mistaken for being too assertive. Sometimes, I worry that I think so much...so much that I lose sense of what's real. Sometimes, I worry that I will wake up one day with no recollection of my own being.

Sometimes...I'm not good enough. #captioned# Sometimes, I worry that when all my life I've tried to find home between black and white in the balance in between, I still get mistaken for being too assertive. Sometimes, I worry that I think so much...so much that I lose sense of what's real. Sometimes, I worry that I will wake up one day with no recollection of my own being.

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Whoever you find yourself becoming... #captioned# whoever you find yourself becoming, whoever you realise you are, you are loved in every form, every shape, you are loved with every breath. You can be the shore today and the ocean tomorrow

Whoever you find yourself becoming... #captioned# whoever you find yourself becoming, whoever you realise you are, you are loved in every form, every shape, you are loved with every breath. You can be the shore today and the ocean tomorrow

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Dancing with your lover under the rain... #captioned# It was this day again, a day in the city of love. Rain falls down on her clear umbrella. She strolls down the streets of Paris, passing by shops and stalls and the smell of pastries. Thunder rolls. Music playing from her earphones. She tip toes and skip steps, twirling around in her beige coat. She steps on puddles and pass by families and couples. She stares at a raindrop on her umbrella and then see a stranger. In the middle of a wide street, a man, glides in his steps, floating ever so ligh

Dancing with your lover under the rain... #captioned# It was this day again, a day in the city of love. Rain falls down on her clear umbrella. She strolls down the streets of Paris, passing by shops and stalls and the smell of pastries. Thunder rolls. Music playing from her earphones. She tip toes and skip steps, twirling around in her beige coat. She steps on puddles and pass by families and couples. She stares at a raindrop on her umbrella and then see a stranger. In the middle of a wide street, a man, glides in his steps, floating ever so ligh

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But sometimes we can't have it all, right? #captioned# "I'm sorry," she said with a sad expression. She bit her lips, tears was forming in her eyes. "I really am." She closed her eyes and a tear dropped down on her face. He held back his tears. "Why, why are you crying when I'm the one who's supposed to cry?" he held her shaking hands. "Why?" he chokes out.

But sometimes we can't have it all, right? #captioned# "I'm sorry," she said with a sad expression. She bit her lips, tears was forming in her eyes. "I really am." She closed her eyes and a tear dropped down on her face. He held back his tears. "Why, why are you crying when I'm the one who's supposed to cry?" he held her shaking hands. "Why?" he chokes out.

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If this is not enough then nothing is enough.. #captioned# "This will be forever?" "Yes princess forever.." "But what if it won't?..." "Then...then I'll help you to start your life again." "I don't want to start my life again without you" He laughed and looked at her with a smile, his eyes were twinkling.

If this is not enough then nothing is enough.. #captioned# "This will be forever?" "Yes princess forever.." "But what if it won't?..." "Then...then I'll help you to start your life again." "I don't want to start my life again without you" He laughed and looked at her with a smile, his eyes were twinkling.

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Poem for all the hopeless romantics... #captioned# I'm the boy obsessed with endings and what if's and you're the girl with an easy smile and eyes twinkling with mystery. One day we lock eyes then run into each other once or twice "It's fate", I'll say, I'll think. "I'll walk to the end of the world with you",

Poem for all the hopeless romantics... #captioned# I'm the boy obsessed with endings and what if's and you're the girl with an easy smile and eyes twinkling with mystery. One day we lock eyes then run into each other once or twice "It's fate", I'll say, I'll think. "I'll walk to the end of the world with you",

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Friends...most important form of love #captioned# "We're friends, aren't we?" she asks quietly. He looks at her. "Of course." She scoots closer to him, takes his hand. My golden boy, she thinks. The boy with the black hair, the big deep eyes. The boy with the timid voice and shifty eyes. The boy with the passionate bearings about small things like poetry stanzas, sunrises, and the smell of coffee. His hands callused from squeezing his pencil too tight. The scar on his left cheek that he'd refused to talk about, and she partly wondered if it

Friends...most important form of love #captioned# "We're friends, aren't we?" she asks quietly. He looks at her. "Of course." She scoots closer to him, takes his hand. My golden boy, she thinks. The boy with the black hair, the big deep eyes. The boy with the timid voice and shifty eyes. The boy with the passionate bearings about small things like poetry stanzas, sunrises, and the smell of coffee. His hands callused from squeezing his pencil too tight. The scar on his left cheek that he'd refused to talk about, and she partly wondered if it