10.9.13.

I fall like an empire at its peak. And you like a feather

Flying fatefully down to rock bottom

Every cell that trembles in regret

Trust me, every single one will forget

At the end of a heartfelt cry, every regret is still the right decision

On the edge of every loose sword is a heart still figuring it out.

But you never had it in you.

– Momina Arif

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14.2.16.

Every person you met was someone you’ve already been

Every day that would come around would come around again

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