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I once asked the stars: "what are we made of?"

Because one day, we will disintegrate back into the grime of the very earth of which we were first composed, and i like to think we amass all the memories that comewith it. how else are we hit with waves of such curdling nostalgia, a settled ache shaved deep into our bones, so melancholic we must inscribe words upon stanzas upon novels to grasp onto even a morsel of this yearning? even then, our thoughts deviate further into figments of our imagination, collapsing into themself with such saturated emotion. we mourn the homes we`ll never abode, the stringed symphonies we have yet to compose, and the fawning that satiates our gluttony for lust. chests weigh with an abudance of sensibility in our hearts, the ability to laugh and cry in the same breath. the simplicity of the infatuation for the etched hues during the flush of dawn, or the crash of ebbed waves withdrawn from a lonely moon.

the celestial bodies chime so loudly they awaken the rest of the languorous sky, and mark inchor in their words: "you are made of us." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I once asked the stars: "what are we made of?" Because one day, we will disintegrate back into the grime of the very earth of which we were first composed, and i like to think we amass all the memories that comewith it. how else are we hit with waves of such curdling nostalgia, a settled ache shaved deep into our bones, so melancholic we must inscribe words upon stanzas upon novels to grasp onto even a morsel of this yearning? even then, our thoughts deviate further into figments of our imagination, collapsing into themself with such saturated emotion. we mourn the homes we`ll never abode, the stringed symphonies we have yet to compose, and the fawning that satiates our gluttony for lust. chests weigh with an abudance of sensibility in our hearts, the ability to laugh and cry in the same breath. the simplicity of the infatuation for the etched hues during the flush of dawn, or the crash of ebbed waves withdrawn from a lonely moon. the celestial bodies chime so loudly they awaken the rest of the languorous sky, and mark inchor in their words: "you are made of us." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ the most awe-inspiring person you will ever have the privilege of loving will plant their feet firmly in front of you and say, " this is what i want. " there will be courage, transparency. there will be declaration, and certainty. the love you deserve will not exist within insecurity, there will be no need for you to compare yourself to others or compete. the most awe-inspiring person you will ever have the privilege of loving will choose them just the same. and if there ever comes a time where you cannot hold their heart within your hands, if there ever comes a time where you cannot contain all of the love you are receiving — the love you deserve will known when to lay down its arms. it will know when to stop fighting. you will not feel the need to grip, you will not feel the need to chase something that fails to fulfill you or inspire you. you will walk away knowing that you experienced something rare, that it grew you in ways you will discover as you move forward and put yourself back together again. that is the kind of love you deserve. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ the most awe-inspiring person you will ever have the privilege of loving will plant their feet firmly in front of you and say, " this is what i want. " there will be courage, transparency. there will be declaration, and certainty. the love you deserve will not exist within insecurity, there will be no need for you to compare yourself to others or compete. the most awe-inspiring person you will ever have the privilege of loving will choose them just the same. and if there ever comes a time where you cannot hold their heart within your hands, if there ever comes a time where you cannot contain all of the love you are receiving — the love you deserve will known when to lay down its arms. it will know when to stop fighting. you will not feel the need to grip, you will not feel the need to chase something that fails to fulfill you or inspire you. you will walk away knowing that you experienced something rare, that it grew you in ways you will discover as you move forward and put yourself back together again. that is the kind of love you deserve. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀( Twisted the beauty of a girl. ) ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀☾ ——— 97' … " written by a girl who is twisted stupid words. In the Roman world, a beautiful girl who has special power given by God's from heaven for her " ⠀⠀⠀⠀In the middle of the ⠀⠀⠀⠀crowd, a special girl ⠀⠀⠀⠀is sent to find a companion, ⠀⠀⠀⠀aka must have good friends ⠀⠀⠀⠀and have each other.

That's enough, please leave each other's footsteps to approach and accompany you when you need something for what you want I will come like God

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ If you ask what is my purpose in sending this message, my goal is to find the same “friend”who wants to have a soul that is booming #TanBuddy ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ To a person dealing with depression. You've been keeping thing to yourself since a long time, reasons being not spesific but you have been hurt. The feeling of being caged in your own thoughts and never able to express it, someone. Each of us gose through times, filled with pain and sufferings where we lose interest in doing the thing that used to make us happy. Everyone has their own journey which cannot be compared. More than anyone, only you know yourself, and only you can help yourself to come out of it. Write down your feeling and thoughts, it's okay to cry, it's okay to break down we are all humans and we do suffer at different stages in our lives. Learn to cut out things that make you sad, try doing something new and productive each day by making small goals. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ To a person dealing with depression. You've been keeping thing to yourself since a long time, reasons being not spesific but you have been hurt. The feeling of being caged in your own thoughts and never able to express it, someone. Each of us gose through times, filled with pain and sufferings where we lose interest in doing the thing that used to make us happy. Everyone has their own journey which cannot be compared. More than anyone, only you know yourself, and only you can help yourself to come out of it. Write down your feeling and thoughts, it's okay to cry, it's okay to break down we are all humans and we do suffer at different stages in our lives. Learn to cut out things that make you sad, try doing something new and productive each day by making small goals. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀