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Honey bunch

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❤️

You are not difficult to love — your heart simply carries a depth that not everyone is prepared to handle.

Love requires maturity, patience, and courage, and not everyone has the strength to embrace emotions that run deep.

The right soul will not be overwhelmed by your intensity; instead, they will honor it, cherish it, and meet you at the depth where you truly belong.


Your depth isn’t a burden — it’s a blessing. The right one won’t drown in it, they’ll learn to breathe in it.



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Good noon ✨​
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Sweetheart
Silent Goodbyes Echo in the Shadows​

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The room remembers us, even when we’re gone,
Echoes of goodbye dancing where memories belong✨​
Honey bunch

❤️

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❤️

Life has its own way of guiding us—no matter how much we plan, it often leads us down unexpected paths.

What may feel like detours are actually directions toward where we are truly meant to be, shaping us with experiences, lessons, and people that align with our purpose in ways we may not have imagined.


Sometimes the best journeys are the ones we never planned—because destiny knows the destination better than we do. ✨

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Good morning :)​


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AgaraMudhalvan
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இனிய நாள் ஆகட்டும்
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Sweetheart
1000010426.jpgWe danced in the quiet, no music, just breath,
You held me so close, now there's nothing left.
Your shadow still lingers on old wooden floors,
But your footsteps don’t echo here anymore.
I’m barefoot in a memory, still reaching for you,
On tiptoes of hoping for something untrue.
The warmth of your silence, the ghost of your touch—
It’s cruel how the soft things can hurt just as much.
I spin in the stillness, where love used to be,
Not lost in the moment— the moment lost me.​
Sweetheart
The torn pages of us

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You were the fire, I was the flame,
We danced through the dark
just whispering names.
But time turned to embers,
and silence to dust,
Now all that remains are
the torn pages of us.

The roses we kept
have withered in shade,
Like words we once meant
but never quite said.
Love doesn’t echo
the way that it must,
When hearts turn to paper,
and promises rust.

So read me in ashes,
remember the rhyme,
We were a chapter
that ran out of time.
No ink left to write,
no need to discuss—
We’re ghosts in a story...
the torn pages of us.​
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