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Fizza Rizwan

PO# 505834
Pakistan
Pakistan
Writing drunk, editing sober.
August 5, 2015
Karachi, Pakistan

She loved him like a religion. She craved him, regardless of his flaws, believing there's good in everybody. She romanticized him to a point at which the knives stabbed into her by him looked like cupids arrow. She thought the blood marked the glory of love. But it only made her weak.. Weaker every day. She bled, convincing, if not herself, shes making him satisfied. And for a brief moment, that was a mere motivation to let the blood keep flowing. Behind the curtains of love, She was comprising not only on ego but actually her self respect. But she grew up hearing that great lovers had to pay a price. And if they had mentioned how much, they would have saved a life.

- Fizza Rizwan

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August 4, 2015
Karachi, Pakistan

To all,
Down the armor of skin, we share the same thing.
Our soul hold regrets,guilt, needs and wants.
But we plaster smile avoiding the taunts. Pretend to be perfect to last the bond.
Wouldn't it be a lot simpler if we don't mask what we are but be our selves, or is it okay how its now, to pretend so much, we believe it ourselves.

- Fizza Rizwan

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August 2, 2015
Karachi, Pakistan

You fell in love with my flowers but not with my roots. So when autumn came, you didn't know what to do. I needed water, you wanted beauty. There couldn't be one without the other. You weren't a farmer so you didn't knew, just a man seeking beauty. You left me dying dry for you.

- Fizza Rizwan

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August 2, 2015
Karachi, Pakistan

She wasn't his sun but maybe his moon. Appearing in his darkest nights, never too soon. There was no point, in letting in light, to a perfectly lit room. But that's all what she knew to do. His world burned too bright and moved too fast. Letting him go was the key to his happiness but a poison to her soul.
She did was she needed to do

P.S, he never looked back

-Fizza Rizwan

ANGEL BREATHING
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June 13, 2015
Karachi, Pakistan

     

   
     Almost ...

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June 11, 2015
Karachi, Pakistan

I don't know how he did it but for once I wished I was as insensitive as he had become.
but if my wishes were ever to come true, keeping you by my side would have been the most repeated of all.. and the the most needed.

-Fizza Rizwan

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June 11, 2015
Karachi, Pakistan

I lived in parts of me that were missed being destroyed by love.
The matter was not of Ego. It was a matter of me being in a breath taking , consuming yet beautiful illusion that he'd stay.

Against all odds, Against all logics .... I still hoped

-Fizza Rizwan

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June 8, 2015
Karachi, Pakistan

There was a storm, not around me that I could have escaped but a storm in my mind - inescapable.
what hurts the most, was being so close and see us drift apart to what seemed like an effortless action.

Fizza Rizwan

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