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Hello Aesthete fam, If you know, drop your guess and tell me the movie

The World Is Cruel The world is cruel and hearts are cold Deception reigns and truth untold Lack of love and lack of peace People suffer without any ease Wealth to want, fields to sand Love to tears, joy to end Life must be faced though dreams may die Hope fades away as we wonder why. -Unknown-

Between Us I won’t reach out to you. We won’t laugh and talk the way we did late at night over the phone. I won’t wait for your warm voice messages. I won’t hear you tease me in that soft way again. You won’t be the first person I tell things to now. Still, you return in small moments. A quiet ache shaped like you stays close. In the playlist we shared. In the painting of you I kept. In the graduation dress you chose for me. In the quiet parts of my day. I see us on that street where we first met. I try to move forward. You stay in the spaces between my thoughts where I still feel you.

The Empath Curse I can't fully hate them, though I see their wrong, I wonder what broke them, what made them strong. Is it their past? Is it their pain? Is it their storm, their hidden chain? They hurt, they fight, they choose the flame, But I can't just call them, by their shame. I see the cracks, I see the scar, I ask who hurt them, who they are. It's not an excuse, but I still feel, That even their cruelty, has something real. Maybe that's my curse, maybe it's fate, To understand, but still get ache. To see their story and carry the weight, And never fully learn to hate. -Ikita

— isa b. "it will remain"