HeyJared𝓛𝓪𝔂𝓪𝓷
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I never want to see your face going (opens the original)
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Dearest 12,913, I usually know what I’m gonna talk about, this perfect piece that I articulate and make it rhyme and make sense. But today, I don’t have the perfect words or sentences or letters that could properly describe all the emotions coursing through me right now. I haven’t always believed in love, I don’t always believe in love. It’s so hard to believe in something so intangible and grand yet always feels like it’s running out of your hands.Love to me, in any form, is usually fleeting. A
If You Love Someone, Tell Them (opens the original)
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We all hear about love, this one significant, beautiful feeling that we read about in books and watch in movies and listen to in songs.This one feeling that feels like a reverence that poets stay up late at night trying to describe. Humans, across centuries, tried to put into words.A kaleidoscope of a thousand emotion that feels too grand to put into words.And it’s scary, horrifying, to stand infront of this person that steals your sleep and makes you sit staring at the ceiling late at night wit
To My 12,913 (opens the original)
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Someone very wise once told me about the idea of words, how incredible and powerful all the curves and shapes that these things called letters create. The power that lies among them, in their ability to describe and explain feelings and emotions and all the things we can barely spew out of our mouths. It seems like a gift, being able to use them to encapsulate something that seems so huge inside our hearts into letters and sentences so it could be humanly comprehensible, as though something so v
Has Freedom Ever Been Within My Grasp? (opens the original)
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Escape. Escape. Escape. Escape. It smells of fresh air and rain on your skin as you walk freely through streets you’ve never been, It smells of baked bread and birds flying across the blue sky, chirping and fluttering their wings, It smells of the salty sea and the laugher of strangers you’ve never met, It smells of people that never made you mad, never underestimated you or doubted you not for a second in this life.Is an escape truly what someone needs to secure the freedom they crave? Or is it
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