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tangled
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The pride in your eyes Cannot be denied As you walk into the room Every eye sets on you Except for one And that just ruins your fun You turn to me with a glare Without seeing, I know your stare I look up, a smile on my face Knowing I've brought down your grace Your glare turns to a scowl My smile turns to a smirk The people all stare Wondering what's happening there Our expressions start to fade As our memories begin to trace Our gazes get locked Like a key and it's lock A million conversations occur without a word being spoken Because we know if we confess once again we'll both be broken We both look away Knowing ignoring each other is the right way Our wish is the same To just end this ditching game For every wish to come true One must struggle One must strive One has much to do But at that moment in Time We both do nothing Neither you, nor I We've both given up Hoping one day A miracle will come by And take our past back with a fly We both continue to play Our favourite game, until then Both knowing This wasn't how it was supposed to end
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#239 6-10-25 Then I asked the question that burned me even then: "How did you know it was real love?" His answer cut through years to find me now, on my knees in fire: "When death terrifies you... not because it'll hurt, but because you might die before seeing her again. Before holding her. Before telling her she was enough. Before she knows you loved her more than your own breath. When your last thought isn't 'I'm dying,' but 'she won't know how much I loved her.' That's when you've crossed every line." My Ayat... you were the only prayer I whispered without words... the only wound I loved wearing. I'm sorry. For everything I did. Everything I didn't do. For not loving you better... not loving you louder..." My voice fell apart. "And if there's something after this... I'll find you. Even there. Always." But the fear clawed deeper: She'll never know the small things, the secrets I kept buried. --- I love you, Zayyan!! her voice once screamed. And I smiled, stupid and young. Never let me go... she'd whispered into my neck. And I'd sworn I wouldn't. "You'll stay?" she murmured. "I'll always stay," I promised. But I'm breaking that promise now... I saw myself pluck a white flower, tucking it behind her ear, knuckles brushing her cheek. "You look like you walked out of a fucking poem," I'd whispered. She laughed. "You sound like a 90s hero." "I'd be one," I'd said, voice softer, "just for you."

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