For the longest time, I have been wanting to get myself a tattoo. Not because I want to get in to the hype or be the cool girl next door or because everyone's getting inked. But because I wanted something that will remind of my younger years when I get old and annoying (or maybe I was curious on how it felt like getting...

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She would stay up until the wee hours of the morning, replaying those tiny vivid images in her head, or most often than not, conceiving things that were far from her known reality. She would create that whimsical story where he is the protagonist and she was his muse. It would be a story like no other, blissful but at the same time sentimental,...

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"Well, I've lost it all, I'm just a silhouette. A lifeless face that you'll soon forget." She was. For far too long, she was - a fallen visage that everyone soon forgets, a figure stuck in her own dimmed universe. There are no tears though. She doesn't let herself cry, but the tears, little did she know, were catapulting inside of her. So...

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