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2021-04-18 17:49:45 ✶ They say the things that finally break you are the words caught in your throat, and she has years of thoughts not uttered crammed in the pockets of her coat. A whisperer amongst a world that's learnt only to speak, where silence must be broken for the proof that it is week. But wherein lies the weekness of keeping words held in your hand? When others listen to reply she lintens just to understand. Surely it's strength when things unspoken fill the room up to the brim, and she's the only one among them who has taught herself to swim.

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2021-04-17 18:26:21 ⚘ I was obsessed with “picture perfect”. I searched the world inside and out, for a single moment i could say is what life's all about. My live was viewed through lenses. My camera a medal worn with pride. I thought it held the moments that i'd always keep inside. But looking back at photos i can't remember how i felt. The noises that the world Made or the way the warm air smelt. I don't remember how the day was if it was going good or bad, i've just a snapshot of the moment. That nobody even had, so i gave away my camera and now use my eyes instead. To take photos for the scrapbook, that i've made inside my head. I always thought my photos, were ways to make my moments last. But you remember life much better, when you don't view it all through glass. Open / Comment

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