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Gouache on Sketchbook by Jhana Marie Caray (@diyanna_marie)

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someone asked me,

"have you not grown weary of looking love in the face when each and everyday, it remains the same way?"

and i told her,

"no one wonders why the moon isn't spared from the onlookers gazes and stares, even when they're aware that every night, the light they look upon is the same ball of light"

-anonymous

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Graphic Pen on Sketchbook by Jhana Marie Caray (@diyanna_marie)

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...I wonder if I will ever

find a language to speak of

the things that haunt me

the most.

-Bao Phi, from "Vocabulary", Thousand Star Hotel

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Colored Pencil on Sketchbook by Jhana Marie Caray (@diyanna_marie)

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"How many scars did you justify because you loved the person holding the knife?"

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Graphic Pen on Sketchbook by Jhana Marie Caray (@diyanna_marie)

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Hate and Pain are love's

favorite words to dictate,

my heart beats a language

no other sould could translate.

Love is a religion

and I have lost my faith.

Sick and tired of dreams

that fate could not create.

-anonymous