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The duality of man is thinking “children cannot help themselves and we all need to be patient with them as they explore what it means to be human in public” and also “damn, I wish this crying baby was not on the plane rn :/“

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by francesco_ptrf

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白龍園・京都

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by mauro_roberto__

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“Someday you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.” ♡

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Calling to the Demons

They say to reach out,

But the ones who call back me are my demons.

All the other voices drowned to nothing,

As I’m alone and deserving of loathing,

I want to get better and I try,

Yet no one but my echos hear my cry,

They say I write beautifully,

Yet they don’t see the pain in between the lines

Cuz the outside is pretty,

And the inside is petty,

If you take a deeper dive,

You’ll see I wish to be unalive

They say to reach out,

But the only voices I hear are my demons,

Drowning me from aloud.

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A moment of peace feels like a little long sometimes. But a moment of pain feels like eternity

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Everyone can continue on because they aren’t the broken one. I am not ok. If it wasn’t for the guilt trip, I would’ve been gone long ago. I wonder why it didn’t work. And if life doesn’t stop for heartache, why would it stop for a lost and broken soul so damaged a hurricane could put her back together. It wouldn’t, would it be so bad to go?

I could see my mom again

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Betrayal.

The sting, the pain, the hurt, the distrust. The process. It almost seems moving on is impossible.

I spend so much time trying to make everyone else happy; now I’ve lost myself. I have no idea who I am, what I want, what I love, yet somehow I know who I love.

But it’s not enough unless I’m broken enough.

“The light at the end of the tunnel” has been long awaited for twelves years now. When will I get a light? When will the light stay? When will it be real?

Will I make it to see it? I don’t know anymore.

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I haven’t posted in a long long time.

I have no where to go, no one to turn to.

Im broken yet again, and yet again I’m using this platform to get help. I don’t need pity or responses. I just need to let go of the demons captivating my soul, mind, and body. I need to release my hurt.

I’ve been here before. I’m sorry I’m here again.