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Chance
“Telepathy”, she said. “Probability”, I thought. She tried to explain to me how and when she fell in love with me. I pretended to understand, hoping she won’t notice. Now, drowning in her love— I refuse to believe it’s probability. I want to move towards her, fiercely, in every aspect of my existence. I did…
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Cigarettes
“I envy the cigarette,” she said. I chuckled, thinking, “I’ve written so much about cigarettes; why didn’t I think of that before?” I was 14 years old, vividly remembering not inhaling the first puff, my friends laughing at me. I envy them too. I envy that I shared with them what I wished I shared…
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Empty
I sit in the sun, reminiscing about her voice. “Bunny,” she said. “Yes, my luv,” I replied, eager to know what she would say next. “Bunny, that’s it.” “Perfect,” I replied amusingly. Let alone now, it has always been a problem for me throughout my life if someone doesn’t call me by my name. I…
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Home
“I wanna go home”, she cried. “Home”, I thought. I shouldered it all to come here, not for wealth or their pride, just to escape the ache in my heart. I came here so that I can run away from that ominous feeling — Needing to fill that fucking hole in my heart. I came…
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Nirvana
“What’s your favourite album?”, she asked. “In Utero”, I replied, surprising her with the answer. I started listening to Nirvana when I was 17. Soft verses and loud choruses— I got a kick out of it. I don’t miss that time of my life where I drowned myself in substances, surrounded by opportunists. I listened…