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I’m not what you want
You think you want me but you don’t
What you want is an idea
An illusion mapped out of your expectations
I’m more

I refuse to be scattered
by your whims
I refuse to be limited
to your desire
Not again
I’ve been here before

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She wasn’t scared of depression. She thought she was. Her reaction was proof of the fact but she was wrong. I should’ve stayed in hiding, I thought. I should’ve continued my self-imposed sabbatical from old flames, lovers, and friends alike. But I hadn’t. I’d decided it was time to catch…


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I hate greeting people. It’s a simple act. You stop, look someone in the eye, acknowledge them for a second, ask them about their day — most times without caring about their answer— and then move on with your life. Easy peasy.

But not in my culture.

Where I come…

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“There is more than one kind of freedom. ‘Freedom to’ and ‘freedom from’.” — Aunt Lydia, The handmaid’s tale

“How does she do that?” I wondered. “Who gave her permission to play like this? To jump from image to image. To lie and then quickly admit that she was lying…

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I shouldn’t be here
I must keep moving
To stop is to feel
And to feel is to die
I don’t want to die
I’m not ready to die
There’s too much to accomplish
In so little time.

So I stroll along
this wasteland of broken dreams
my life’s end — my…

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“You’ll have to take drugs for the rest of your life,” he said.

I read everything under the sun — everything depression-related. I wanted to prove him wrong. My psychiatrist had told me I’d live this way my whole life. That this ‘thing’ runs in my family. …

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What do you want?” he asked. “What do you really want?”

“I want to start watching movies,” I replied. “Real movies(Art). Movies with actors whose names I don’t know, whose faces are familiar, whose faces I know but whose names I don’t remember.

“I want to watch actors who made…

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Please don’t open me yet
I’m not ready
You’re not ready
Go live your life
And only then return

I need fullness
You’re not full
You’re not yet broken

I want pain
I want love
I want everything
You’re not everything

Go live you’re life
Until you’ve suffered enough
And only then…


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I’ve spent the past few years falling in love with ‘dying’. Slowly, effectively — that’s the only way I could’ve ended up here. See, I always thought — no, I knew — that life and death are separate. That on one day you’re born and then on another you die…

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She was a stranger — someone I’d seen but only once. And yet, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Her face had become a permanent addition to my daily mental rotation.

“How they treat strangers, says a lot about who they are.”

I’ve seen this statement in so many stories…

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