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Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary.
DEAD POETS SOCIETY dir. Peter Weir
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I badly wanna cry :( always not good enough, pretty enough, and smart enough
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There are times when I wish that I could not see the light after the tunnel.
The darkness is consuming me more so than I thought. I attract it within me most often with the wave of emotions. Sometimes with a cup of boiling water and sometimes with a foot stepping on the nail.
I admire the area without a light and just the shadows lurking after me. I feel like they are after me. Trying to grasp and pin me down and maybe they wanted to be inside me.
I am for the adventure of the dark. They just love me rightly and they insist me to love them back. I hear their whisper over me “come join us beloved don’t be scared,” I bit it tremendously trying to let it sink. I catch it and shake it down and chasing it like a lion getting his prey. I see it. I am near! I am near! until I found it hiding, scared, and shivering. I thought I got him. I was there. I am almost there. I shouted. I screamed and screamed until I don’t hear myself anymore.
I kept shouting but there is no voice coming out— am I somewhere? What happened? Hello? Are you there?
It looks like I can’t be found. Nor any of my voice can be heard.
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I am so tired today and dude I lowkey got mad but me being the softie that I am, I feel bad :(
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