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827 souls
12d
INFJ
Sagittarius
9Where Are You?
Where are you? It isn’t easy for me to stay calm, to stay composed. I search for you inside people, hoping—foolishly—that maybe if you’re not there, I’ll find you somewhere else. Sometimes that search makes me do silly, careless things, things I regret later. Not because I want to, but because I’m... read more
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10d
INFJ
Sagittarius
9"Even fire can choose pain"
That’s what we call life, isn’t it? Some choose to burn, some stand close enough to feel the heat and call it fate. But I— I am the flame. I know my fire, my light, my quiet power. Still, I lean toward them, let their hands tremble in my warmth, let their careless touch scar me. A... read more
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21d
INFJ
Sagittarius
9"Born to Please, Chose to Fight"
I was born with hands that learned applause before fists, a voice trained to soften every edge, a heart taught to bend so others could stand tall. I smiled through storms that were never mine, stitched myself smaller so the world would feel bigger. But somewhere between silence and scars, I heard... read more
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29d
INFJ
Sagittarius
9"Between Dew and Smoke"
Should I love the warmth you showed me, or curse the cold you left behind? When you stood beside me, the world felt whole— as if my soul had found its echo in yours, as if the universe leaned closer just to listen. In your presence, love looked real. It breathed, it smiled, it wrapped itself... read more
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4mo
INFJ
Sagittarius
9Blue Belongs to You
You are blue—my loyalty, my truth. Your love runs deep like the ocean, and I dive in, knowing its calm and braving its storms without fear. You are the sky—endless, infinite, a home for the sun, the moon, the stars. Yet while the world looks up for light, I look up because you are my light. And... read more
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10d
INFJ
Sagittarius
9"Villain With Gentle Hands"
In my own story, I walk in shadows they named villain, Though my hands were always full of kindness. I tried to water dry hearts, But they still called the rain a storm. This didn’t begin with understanding, It began with childhood— When I held thoughts too heavy For hands meant to hold... read more
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