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Amira Idayu
You don't need lucidity to find joy. Joy is where you decide to put your heart at. There's just something about words that I love, that works in sync with codes. Solituditary, writing, imagination. Those, are my favourites.
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Amira Idayu
16. CHR, senior year. Photoshoots. Dance-offs. Mates. Fun. Digicam. Cats. Biking. Explore. Books.
Words. Dictionary. Transparency. Body rides.
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Preface. So hey. This is my blog. I love writing. The posts and titles here are inspired from real life world and experiences. Typing about hurt doesn't make me a sadist. Typing about heartbreaks doesnt mean im on post-break up denial. Typing about love and crushes doesn't mean im in love. Typing about death doesn't make me an emo kid. We are all more in depth than the naked eye can see. I hate being ridiculed. I think I won't be uploading as much photos here now that Facebook is available. Read on, comment, whatever. Enjoy articulating or connecting my words with your life. Welcome.
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Amira Idayu.
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Its like im walking in the rain, feeling ever so indestructable. Not a single drop of rain water against my skin. Feeling as though i lost all sense of vulnerability. Twice was enough. Getting caught in between, with my vulnerability jammed open. Its done, enough. Now its closed up. Sewn straight zig-zag. All of us must've felt it before. When you hit enough poles right in your face, you'd then decide to put on a mask in prevention or somewhat similar. Until the bruises and wounds and lacerations healed themselves. Yes, when we're all healed, checking out would be a past time, replying would be easy, issues would be indifferent.. Its possible not to know individuals wholely, deeply. Because, the world sees only things that takes the centre stage. Its possible, even after 20 years of marriage, commitment. Maybe you might think you know but truth is, you see just a few layers into the surface. But never till the core. Because it may take one tiny crack on the egg shell to realise, you don't know this person at all. Yours. |
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