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  • swathisuryadevara 2d

    Your love was the magic that filled my heart until it went burning in flames and disappeared into thin air like it never existed.
    ©swathisuryadevara

  • swathisuryadevara 3d

    Sometimes,
    Just some very few times,
    Solitude is also a choice.
    ©swathisuryadevara

  • swathisuryadevara 4d

    Nights are supposed to be peaceful. Atleast that's what I thought. But nights are scary, they're lonely, they're painful and most of all, they're unpredictable because you never know on which daunting night these emotional waves are gonna strike you and tear you up once again. It's like clenching your fists and sitting there silently hoping for the storm to pass over you but then it suddenly hits you out of nowhere, telling you that no matter how much you make yourself believe that it's over, it's not. It's gonna come back every single time and hurt you as much coz there's no end to a pain that has become a part of you, that's living inside you and feeding on your fears. There are these times when you force yourself to cry just to get it all out but not a single tear escapes your eyes. You try to induce physical pain onto you, forcing yourself to feel something, anything coz it feels more empty than it should and apparently, it hurts more when you don't know what's wrong with you and when it's all nothing but empty inside.
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    Just another scary night!
    ©swathisuryadevara

  • swathisuryadevara 4d

    You don't need to know a lot to be a good writer.
    It's all about expressing the greatest of feelings with the simplest of words and yet make them look like the most meaningful set of lines ever written.
    ©swathisuryadevara

  • swathisuryadevara 5d

    Letting go isn't a one time thing where you can flip a switch and it's all gone.
    It's a continuous process.
    You learn to let go of people and things slowly, one day at a time.
    ©swathisuryadevara

  • swathisuryadevara 5d

    My writings aren't merely mine.
    They belong to all those souls who fought the same wars, got same scars but are still existing and striving for a better tomorrow.
    ©swathisuryadevara

  • swathisuryadevara 5d

    I've tolerated and endured all kinds of people losing interest in me and walking out on me.
    Why don't I get to do that? Why do I have to feel guilty for letting go of something that doesn't make me happy anymore? I just hope I was more selfish and self-centered to choose my happiness over everything else.
    ©swathisuryadevara

  • swathisuryadevara 2w

    She's the kind of person who pushes people away when they try to get too close and then cries every night coz she couldn't handle the loneliness.
    ©swathisuryadevara

  • swathisuryadevara 2w

    She's not cut out for this world.
    She's got the demons dancing to her tone.
    You can watch her from afar.
    You can chase her from behind.
    Everytime you feel that you're near,
    Just know, that you'll never catch up to that angelic face or the devilish pace.
    ©swathisuryadevara

  • swathisuryadevara 2w

    Solitude becomes peaceful once you get habituated to it.
    ©swathisuryadevara