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June 10, 2019
Ciudad de Guatemala, Guatemala

Decidí nuevamente mantenerme enfocada en escribir y seguir expresando este dolor que aún me acompaña.

Llevaba un buen tiempo de no quedarme dormida entre lágrimas y recuerdos de ese amor.

Los dedos de mis manos ya no me bastan para contar los meses sin saber de ella, sin verla, sin hablar. Ha sido difícil.

He tratado de ser fuerte pero hay días en que no me alcanzan las ganas, hoy es uno de esos días.

Aún siento en mi lo mucho que la extraño, lo mucho que aún la amo.

Hoy mis ganas se derrumban, siento venir esa avalancha de nuevo... no sé si pueda resistir una vez más.

El dolor me consume, pero ese amor no correspondido me mantiene en coma... está suspendido... aún respira... aún está....

MADE WITH LOVE
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June 10, 2019
 

MAYBE
************

It's a complete mayhem inside,
Which can't be fought.
You see those moist eyes,
Inside it's a river.
You smile,
You look at me.
And I smile back.
I stare at your empty shoulder
Dying to cry my heart out in them,
But everything just flickers.
Knock in my mind.
"It's not easy, not even reality!
Just bury everything deeper!"
As I hear such whispers.
Now, it's a pile.
Pile of things drowning me down.
Even then I smile,
Holding myself.
Thinking maybe someday,
I would fall into your arms.
Maybe someday,
You'll run out of tissues for my tears.
Maybe someday,
We'll sit with a cup of CHAI & say cheers!
Maybe someday,
I would hear you out with your deepest secrets.
But maybe,
Th...

PASSION OVER PERFECT
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June 9, 2019
 

I write because...
I can't help myself...
Vomiting words on paper
Leaves room for mistakes
Correction of errors
Invoking muses
Spewing truths
Burning evidence

It is still so much easier
Than attempting eloquence
And always choking
On the right ones

MADE WITH LOVE
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June 8, 2019
Hyderabad, India

/my precious/

I am the girl
who sits down each night
with her diary and her pen
to feel all that
is within her,
around her and
beyond her

I see a different self
in those black splashes on white
I sometimes wonder
if it's not my muscle
but my soul
that writhes and writes

I am the girl
you'd see
sitting alone under a cosmic night
and when you approach me
I'd smile and tell you
"I have my favorite company
by my side"

Words my mouth must have uttered
are known only to my journals
dreams that my naive eyes could see
are what only these pages can vision
decisions taken: regretted, useless or appreciated?
my diary can only spill
it's not just a therapy
it's another universe, I tell

By the day
I...

MADE WITH LOVE
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June 8, 2019
 

Through when my eyes were sky
Not of bright sunshines but dusty storms, the one that spill a lonely cup of coffee, on an incomplete story of a half torn diary page.
Through when my voice was a dream
Not of redemption but a lifeless screech, the one under a shower thumping louder than life
Looks like you survived, on broken toes and lifeless feet
You survived, but I'm glad you didn't exist, you would have had to kill me, yet again.

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DARK NIGHT
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June 6, 2019
Progreso, México

Me permito dedicarte las líneas que hoy trazo a consecuencia de mi descuido, de mi sórdida memoria, de mi remota consistencia.
Quizás las palabras no sean las líneas figurativas más sutiles, quizás carezco de los sentimientos expuestos, de un calor interno que me facilite la expresión hablada, pero sí de algo he de estar seguro es de aquello que me provoca tu mirada que tras los cristales se ocultan y resplandecen en los momentos menos esperados; de aquella sonrisa que desborda la natural alegría presentada entre tus rojos labios.
De esa cálida piel de sublime textura, de caricias eternas que aún resuenan en mi cabello; por aquella fragancia que evoca tu recuerdo desde los íntimos rincones d...

MADE WITH LOVE
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June 2, 2019
 

You give me reasons to write,
The saddest reasons.

ENJOY THE LITTLE THINGS
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June 2, 2019
 

When I write,
I am more free,
But in face to face temporary conversations,
I freeze,
I don't know why,
Like I am rejecting the person or maybe myself,
Like I cannot trust it,
I am working on it,
But it ain't really easy,
I developed it whole my life,
And it feels lonely,
I dream a lot, and many things on auto-pilot,
38 years on this globe,
And now I want to know who I am,
Shake of the dust and sand,
I have to be true,
Find connection, with me, myself and you.


Hug Youri

ENJOY THE LITTLE THINGS
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May 26, 2019
 

i write because
i cannot
live in a universe
with no memory
of Us

“Jeg Skriver Fordi”
(I Write Because)
Part 4
@LostTreasureLove

WRITTEN WORD
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May 24, 2019
Avon, United States

The best PenPals are those who see you as a blank canvas, every time, and invite you to fill that space however you want.

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WHITE CLOCK
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May 22, 2019
Riyadh, Saudi Arabia

I have been writing snail mail for 2 years now. And out of the 20 letters I’ve sent, 5 replied me their life story.
We corresponded for a span of 2 years and now I’m patiently waiting at my mailbox hoping someone would remember to write.

I’ve written all there is to know about me, my life and my world. I may have divulge a few secrets or more only it’s because I feel free in writing than telling it out loud. I have been collecting postcards and postage stamps wherever I go just so I can trade and seal it on my next letter. I always carry a small journal so I can ready my thoughts when I hold the pen at night.

They said, friends come and go. I guess it’s also true with penpals.

WHITE CLOCK
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May 14, 2019
 

My heart started to ooze out one day,
A toxin of poison and angst.
So I hurried over and begged to know the reason.
She told me she wanted a voice.

I visited my mind and humbly asked,
For partial ownership of the throat.
He clogged it up and vehemently disagreed,
Saying he was saving us from her daily boasts.

"She's a kid, a little toddler!
She has no restraint!" He complained.
"She cries one moment and laughs the next,
Pitiful, impulsive, INSANE!"

I went back to my heart with my head hanging in shame,
From all the hurtful words he had said.
She lifted my chin and whispered to me
To talk to my hands instead.

"I'll grow old with you, we'll die together,
So let's do the best we can."
With ...

EMOTIONAL POET
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May 10, 2019
 

I miss writing my thoughts out. It was good to write, it's been always good to write your thought rather than sharing it with anyone, because paper understand you and let you burst out, At least then you don't expect anything, and then it don't hurt you.

FOLLOW YOUR HEART
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May 7, 2019
Canton, United States

It was once written that “fear is a natural response of moving closer to the truth.”  I hope that lettrs has helped people find the truth in themselves, to overcome their fears and write things that help them find what’s in their heart.

We are all part of a bold experiment in technology, to see if longevity in words and meaningful messages can exist in our detached world.

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FOLLOW YOUR HEART
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May 3, 2019
Columbus, United States

Why do I write?

I use writing as
an outlet for all
my crazy emotions.

But I mainly write for
personal growth reasons.
It’s a coping tool.

I also write because
I absolutely love reading
things from a while back.

It’s fun!

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April 2, 2019
 

Sorry friends, to disturb you again.
Actually, writing is my addiction and I can't stop it.
I more thought I'd like to share with you that
"Look at, love, like, listen to, think about and give the best gifts to yourself, nobody else."

ART OF WRITING
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March 27, 2019
 

Después de años regreso, regreso a dejar lo que mi mente piensa, lo que mi alma grita, lo que mi corazón no supera...

GOOD THINGS TAKE TIME
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March 27, 2019
 

........... AAKHIR KYUN............

Kyun aaj bhi tujhe dekh kar
Phir se unhi lamho ko jeene ka man karta hai.....

Aakhir kyun aaj bhi teri muskurahat
Mujme phir se ek nayi ummid paida karti hai..

Kyun aaj bhi tera ek bar palat ke mujhe dekhna,mujhe raahat deta hai...

Aakhir kyun aaj bhi tere aanshuo ko dekh kar phir se pighal jane ko jee karta
Hai..

Kyun esa lagta hai ki jee to mai rahi hoon par jindgi aaj bhi tujse judi hai..

Tu laut kar aae na aae, aakhir kyun ye yaadein laut kar har bar aa jati hai

Aakhir kyun......

THE KISS
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March 27, 2019
 

,......... JOURNEY OF LIFE LIVING.....

When some of our journies ended with some beautiful momeries than its enough for lifetime...but when it not its became the worst nightmare..

A NEW DAY
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March 26, 2019
 

Words often appear to have vanished from someone who used to write. Probable causes sanctimoniously gather in abundance to those who have forgotten that words pour out only when there is truly something worth writing.

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GOOD THINGS TAKE TIME
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