SAMSARA
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''We were laying on the floor in his Studio Apartment. My Head next to his, while staring at the almost cosmic lights that hang from the high ceiling.
We were dating, for six months now. I did not once feel nervous in his presence. He had something comforting about him. I really needed comfort more than anything in this Time of my Life. I got carried away. He became the Flashlight, guiding me through my darkest hours when all I kept doing was reminding myself, that I still needed to keep going.''
Imagine, meeting the Person that is just right for you. Everything seems to fit, so perfectly. After Six months of dating, he wants to know all about you and the Story you were mostly hiding since the beginning of your relationship. You should trust him, but at the same time, you are scared. Will he even believe you? You have a really crazy Story to tell and the craziest part might be...that this Story isn't even all about you.
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I wear a mask so well that even I almost believe it. Almost. Then I met him. His eyes were hollow, his smile a lie-just like mine. In him, I saw my own reflection, the same quiet suffering hidden beneath perfect façades. For the first time, I wasn't alone. But happiness is always fleeting. One moment, he was there. The next, he was gone. A fall from a rooftop. A life stolen too soon. Now, the world feels unreal. Shadows shift. Whispers grow louder. And in the corner of my vision, I still see him. If he's gone... why does it feel like he never left?
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