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Write a short note to 1) Yourself 2) Your gramps 3) Your parents 4) Your other half...

GlowingFly’s Profile PhotoForgotten
1) “Read all the books you want to read before you die.”
2) “Is where you are better than here? Are you resting in peace like I hear them say?”
3) “Thank you for naming me with my name because it's almost the only thing I loved about myself since birth tbh.”
4) “Love yourself babe, and I'll be there to love you more.”

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Mohammedzyoud’s Profile Photoمُحَمَّد.
I want to use your question as a space to say what I think about the concept of comparing. In parts of our sick society, it's still a major cause of suffering for a whole lot of people.
I never compared myself to anyone. LITERALLY ANYONE. And it's not out of extra self-confidence or high self-esteem, those who know me well would say how anxious and insecure I am sometimes even when I don't show it. I just think the idea of comparing sucks. We're born different.
Like I'm not utterly supposed to see how others are doing to know if I'm going well and doing right. We are born differently, and what goes for one wouldn't go for the other. I solely believe that we are miracles, mixtures hand-made so carefully and so meticulously.
If you ever think of comparing one miracle with another, you're belittling the beauty each one holds within. So stop kissing-off people's sorrows and efforts to overcome just because you think you are better than them in any way. You are wrong.

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zuhaafayyaz’s Profile PhotoZoey the penguin❤
I used to think the world was only the four walls making up the prison I'm in. I counted my breath, in and out, the number of bricks, the seconds, the number of times my eyes blink. I dreamed of a world beyond these walls and thought there were streets with smell of coffee and walls with graffiti everywhere and I heard the sound of people's laughs and cries. I always knew there was a world waiting to know me yet. I knew it was somewhere.

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SPACE

I fell off just like the waves crashing at the beach at the country side. You were the ocean, and you have thrown me out with your high tides without hesitation. But I accepted it, the way the beach embraced my arrival and the way you always looked at me from a distance. Still, I wished you'd come closer and touch my feet. Tell me my legs were meant to be fins and to touch your very bottom. But you have always built those waves between us. I can't overcome you. 🌊

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Anonymous12252’s Profile Photo3li
For the first time since years, all I want now is to hide in a secret place, lock myself in there, and stay for hours. And I don't want to keep thinking about who worries and why. I want to get this world out of me and forget it exists, and start all over again with dementia in my head and strength in my bones like a newborn.

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lmaa98’s Profile Photoلينا
I don't know. Maybe it was the million of things I've tried to hide inside me that made me who I am today. Maybe the constantly-open scars. Maybe thinking of all the beautiful disasters that I am. Maybe it was all the words that died in my mouth before saying them and all the suffocation I felt when I was damming the river behind my eyes. I don't know, but I'm who I am. At least, I'm not a nobody. I'm somebody.
I dont know Maybe it was the million of things Ive tried to hide inside me

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