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Some of
my writings

I find a certain beauty in words. If I were to describe words, I would describe them as an irony. The wrong set of words can damage a soul, but the right set can guide it. Words are beautiful yet so ugly, kind yet so cruel, and sometimes even deadly yet reincarnating. I have learned to write in order to express and better understand myself and the world around me. I hope to touch your heart and awaken something dormant inside you as you read what I write. If you like the few sentences below each title, simply click the picture below them to read the whole piece of writing. I hope you enjoy my work. 

What is death?

Is it similar to drowning in nepenthe or losing yourself in opioids? Does it make your anguish disappear, or does it fuse every suffering in your blood as you breathe your last? 

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The cycle

The only cure for pain is time but ur too weak to wait and too stubborn to agree. Is it because time doesn’t depend on you or because it’s the path to uncertainty?

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