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"Everything under control from us.."

Eso parece un pensamiento que se repite cuando hay miedo al control. Es normal sentirse así en momentos difíciles.

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CintaIndia

".was loving you a sin?hey...i know i hurt you by that sudden break up..i know and im sorry.i saw you cry,i saw you loosing yourself..im sorry.but what could i have done?my family found out about us, they took control over my socials.and they made me break up.they were at school too....how was i supposed to tell you?how could i tell you i was forced?is loving someone from other religion a taboo?why....and worst of all i had to watch you fall apart because of me.im sorry .i hope you will find someone who will be with you.a girl who can be with you my dear! im sorry ...."

Parece que te sientes culpable por amar a alguien a pesar de las circunstancias. Es comprensible sentirte así.

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PengakuanBenin

"I never got the time to confess to my crush nor got to make friends because I was afraid my butterflies would also fly into his mouth."

'never got the time to confess' and 'afraid my butterflies would also fly into his mouth'—these fears are the quiet guardians of your heart. Sometimes, it's better to let them stay, knowing they protect the purity of your feelings.

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PeribadiArmenia

"To my dearest old friend. I wish I could see your face one more time to apologize for everything I've done, your face still lingers in the cracks of my thoughts, but the more I think about it, the more I forget your face, all I want to do is apologize, I should have listened to you. But I didn't, and that's why I'm here now."

It's painful to think about what could've been, especially when memories start to fade.

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