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Ok. Here's the thing.

Learn to take life as it comes.

Stop trying to find poetry in Every.Single.Thing.

I mean, it's good and all that you feel so deeply for everything,

but sometimes, a cigar is just a cigar.

Things happen because they happen.

So, don't over analyse.

And when it comes, it doesn't always have to sweep you off your feet.

That feeling is not overwhelming.It is not a broken dam-

millions of gallons of water gushing through it sweeping everything in its path.

In that way, it is not destructive.

That feeling may be wispy smoke, seeping little by little into a room. Subtle, and at times unnoticed.

Right side of twenty, wrong side of the bed.

Go figure.

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Shit. That smile; and I'm already in trouble.

nostalgic. and stuff.

It is normal of course, for us to lose loads as we grow up. Baring in mind that we're gaining some new things as well along the way.

But why is it that I'm feeling like I've lost more than I am gaining?

Of course, if it is weight we're talking about, I wouldn't mind at all.

Instead of people, places, interests and so much more.

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The thing about good looking is this:

You can be good looking; so can million others in the room. And millions more outside the room. There are loads of pretty people in the world, in every kind of way possible if we take them into account, where would you fall then?

So, No. It is not about the looks.

Besides, having someone liking you because of how you look is an insult to everything else that you are -your ideals, all your dreams and thoughts, your quirks, past, regrets and all- Everything that makes you, You.

Need I remind you, physical appearance is just the shell, not the essence.

Without that face, you would still be great. OK?

me-ow.

I want a british blue pretty pleeaase. (ayin, sya?)

oh crap~

Me, you.

So much to say,

but there's this tiny space in-between.

Such inconvenience!