tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70055682426185810362024-02-20T00:13:58.269-08:00A girl's thought(s)Puteri Auni Kamaruzzamanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100382585322816858noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005568242618581036.post-14148353305795389632017-02-11T04:53:00.000-08:002017-02-11T04:55:22.798-08:00Lettin' go<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">When you decide to let go, it doesn't mean you stopped caring or you lost hope, it just means you just reached a point where you stopped trying to make others love you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">When you decide to let go, it doesn't mean you're giving up, it just means that you're ready to stop fighting a losing battle.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">When you decide to let go, it doesn't mean you're settling, it doesn't mean you're weak. It just means you're tired being the one who always extends a hand to those who don't want to hold it and you're tired of opening your arms to those who turn their backs on you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">When you decide to let go, it doesn't mean you're bitter, it means you're forgiving, it means you're trying to forget so you an heal, so you can move past the heartbreak. It means you're taking care of your heart for once.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">When you decide to let go, it doesn't mean you've stopped loving that person, it means that you're starting to love yourself more. It means you're letting love come to you instead of chasing it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">When you decide to let go, you're not losing hope, you're only hoping for more, hoping for better, hoping for something worth holding on to.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Because in letting go, you learn that sometimes hanging on hurts more. In letting go, you learn that some people only come into your life to teach you how to move on.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">In letting go, you learn that the things that you're afraid of doing are exactly the things you need to do so you can grow and set yourself free.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">In letting go, you learn that you may lose some people but you will always find yourself.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">----- ranianaim</span>Puteri Auni Kamaruzzamanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100382585322816858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005568242618581036.post-40802071283981737892016-01-02T02:49:00.000-08:002016-01-02T02:49:14.128-08:00The world needs to know <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">------- No one really understands. No one knows what it is like to not know what you are feeling or why you feel that way. One moment you are laughing with friends having the time of your life, then suddenly it hits you. The pain of it all everything hits you. Mid laugh you stop and nothing is funny after that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Others voices become the most annoying sound in the world and isolation seems like heaven compared to the group of friends who always seemed to cheer you up and keep you company. You aren't sad but you aren't happy. You don't feel anything in fact, you would give the world to feel something in those moments whether it be pain or even just to cry and feel sad or to suddenly jolt back to happiness again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> You try for hours to feel something but nothing ever works. When the feeling of emptiness finally subsides, you start to feel guilty for all the ways you tried to kill the emptiness. You regret everything you did in those past hours wondering why you didn't have enough self control to just wait it out. You become furious , you lash out. Everyone irritates you and everyone somehow to blame. You yell & cry and cuss and everyone you love becomes a victim to this.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">------- The crazy part about all of this is that you don't even know why you were sad to begin with and don't even know why you are angry. Then suddenly the third and final monster takes over. The worry is too much to handle. You overthink everything. Suddenly everyone hates you and nothing you could ever say will change that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> You become known for always saying sorry even when you are repeatedly told that "it's okay". You begin shaking and you feel uneasy. Sleep is out of the question and don't even get me started on trying to socialize. Crowds become your worst enemy and standing alone makes your heart beat faster. Faster. So fast in fact that the world starts to spin. You lose control of what is happening. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>Puteri Auni Kamaruzzamanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05100382585322816858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005568242618581036.post-41019927220112991552013-04-13T23:05:00.001-07:002015-10-18T06:34:47.753-07:00Her. <br />
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"And maybe she walks around feeling like a superhero . With that scarf dangling over her neck. Maybe nobody is forcing her to wear it, Maybe she would never leave home without it, And maybe she don’t care about what other people think,</div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Because most people’s opinion ‘aint even valid.</b></span></div>
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Maybe she feels free, Maybe she has peace of mind, And maybe she’ll give you a peace of her mind if you step out of line, Maybe she isn’t perfect, But maybe she’s trying, Maybe she’s just taking things one day at a time,</div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Maybe she laughs and maybe she cries,</b></span></div>
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<b>And maybe you would be surprised at everything she keeps inside</b></div>
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Maybe she can hear every single word said by those cowards, Maybe she has no problems defying those who doubt her, Maybe she is a warrior and the silence is getting louder,</div>
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Maybe she wears that shield ‘cause every single day is a battle, Maybe she is more than the skin she is in,</div>
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Maybe we should start learning how to love that’s within, Maybe God only knows all the places she has been, Maybe she comes back to Him again and again, Maybe she’s not afraid to die, just afraid not to live Maybe I am not worthy of everything she can give, Cause maybe she is kind, sweet, pure, gentle, and suitable, And maybe, just maybe, she is beautiful."</div>
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<i>-Boona Mohammed, Soul & Servant {belogpink}</i></div>
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