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  • aqsa_thefarthest 1d

    Coal discussing with fire about ruthless heat of water. That's our people today.
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  • aqsa_thefarthest 2d

    Loving the Unloved

    Is our self vexation wilting and chipping the skin of our souls. Or the self appreciation is springing back those withered petals of our flawed flowers. You choose your form. Love your unloved self.
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  • aqsa_thefarthest 1w

    I wonder if it hurts their demons when they receive the gift of deliberate silence as a deserved penalty instead of noise.
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  • aqsa_thefarthest 2w

    The Celebrated Failures

    Let's think for a while the barbequed piece of meat in our chest , initially marinated with different spices of traducement ,and pounded with people's hurtful words and grilled on the heat of their jealousy and garnished with our flaws, with a dip of poisonous sauce, and finally presented in front of others for the feedback!...

    Dessert: Sugarcoated words with the hidden choco lava surprise of slander and decorated with rainbow sprinkles of twisted and tangled truth

    Drink: The Red Wine of Blood
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  • aqsa_thefarthest 3w

    All aren't the same...some foodies love to eat because they want not to fill their stomach but just to try and fill up the void inside them...just to fill up their empty souls..and because they become numb towards everything, they want their stomachs to atleast sense the weight in the state of numbness
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  • aqsa_thefarthest 5w

    # Lamenting has its repercussions... grievings have their own style

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    The Sorrower

    Unfortunate and More sorrowful is the suffering that makes you numb than the one which makes you turbulent.
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  • aqsa_thefarthest 5w

    I no longer engage in unnecessary verbal confabulations. I have bigger fish to fry.
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  • aqsa_thefarthest 5w

    It's fun when people act like profiteroles in front of you but deep down you know they're hot ghost peppers mixed with Carolina Reaper sauce.
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  • aqsa_thefarthest 6w

    In the hush hour of night

    Don't know who tiptoes into my room daily in the dead silence of electric blue midnight to clean the drenched panes of my wet blurred window...and every time I wake up, lulls me back to sleep...
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  • aqsa_thefarthest 8w

    Fear the burden of sorrow you put on other's back...it may return back to you after ages when your spine is broken
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