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First year doing art fight! You should follow me so I can follow you too >:D

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i always post on social media and then I forget, so if I ever go too long without posting feel free to yell at me in asks

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I didn't believe him at first, but he is right

Answer from the moon, fourteenth of june

Go to concerts, go join your local open air festival, go listen to music!

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Thorns of a rose

You wrapped yourself around me, your body light like a shadow and with your deep eyes you stared at me. You told me to not worry, you told me to be calm as you slowly moved your hands. After you reassured me, you gently put on my cuffs to contain me. The metal was heavy like a mountain and stung like thorns. I knew I could trust you. You told me so.

When you were done you watched me with a smile, I didn't know what you were waiting for until i tried to reach out. It was then that I realized that you locked me in here. Unable to move, I watched your cruel smile piercing through me like a knife. You knew what you were doing, I knew I was right. 

Watching me struggle you leaned in closer, your expression cold as ice as you gave me a kiss. I tried to move away, but your thin fingers grabbed me by my shoulders as you dug into me like you wanted to tear my body apart. You laughed as I cried, you laughed as I bled. 

My own blood was covering my body when you were done, my tears, dry and wet, over my face. I felt you grab me, and like a toy you pushed me away, with a noise of satisfaction you started to walk away. You heard me struggle in the distance and gave me your final words, it was you who was the rose.

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budes muj discord daddy :////3

I thought you were mine D:

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Deep bright

I went down the street that I walked many times before, but it felt different from what I once knew. While others had a bright sun in the clear skies that shined on the path to guide them, it felt like the sun hid away in shame when it saw me. The path, curvy and uneven with my vision like an earthquake and the dark around me, all sending shivers down my body, but why? Was it something I have done that not even the sun will shine for me? Did i truly do something so wrong? My hands shaking, body trembling i looked at the others, their faces, blurry and rotten together, something real that shouldn't exist, were like the distortion of my nightmares. But even then they followed their straight bright path like a leaf in the wind. Their world was so bright and yet their faces so dark, so why was my world in black and white? My world with the dark shadows surrounding me and my every step, but never close enough to reach me, the world that was once as bright and clear as theirs now cast under the shadow of the black hole in the sky that was here instead of the sun. Encountering a deep brown puddle i looked in its muddy reflection, the sky as dark as i knew it and my face with dried tears and broken light and yet, it shined so bright against the others.

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Because no one listens and no one understands

Sat alone in an empty room I stared into the nothingness, it took me a while to realize that you were gone and you were never coming back. I looked around in hopes to find you, but there was nothing, nothing else than the darkness that you left behind, the darkness that was now surrounding me and sending shivers down my spine, the darkness that I can not fight without you. I screamed into the emptiness, but an echo of my words was the only sound in the silent room. I screamed louder, harsher , until my throat went sore and when I couldn't scream no more was when the darkness took my voice. There was no point in trying, was there? No one would listen, no one would hear and no one would care. As I started to lose hope a soft spark of light flashed before my eyes. It was only then that I saw what I first missed, right in front of me lay a pen and a paper not so far away. Harshly grabbing the pen, its metal cold to the touch like it waited for my hand, specifically I stared at the paper in front of me. With the dark around me and the cold scratching my brain, there was nothing else to do and so I started to write.

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Wasteland

I sat in the middle of my forest, or at least what was left of it. I remember, not so long ago, walking down a dirt path underneath the greenest tree crowns as warm wind breezed my skin and held close to my chest as morning sun danced around the grass and flowers and kept everything under its light as every part of the forest sparked with life, from small critters like bees buzzing trough the day and grass hoppers singing in the night, to deer hopping around with joy and birds flying between the tall trees in the clear sky. But that was all gone now, where once trees stood tall, now only their stumps remained, cloudy grey sky cried over them as dirt turned to mud and covered my clothes and my skin as i sat in the middle of my forest, my mind, the wasteland that was left behind.

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Deathly silent

And there I sat, like a deer struck with fear and unable to move. My mind, more silent than ever before with only one goal. The thought felt cold all around my mind and body but warm at the same time, and so was the silence, welcoming but fearful. My body, tense and shaking, moved slowly like time lost its meaning as I stared down at the screen in my hands, at the one person who caused it and now trying to be the one to stop it. How long has it been? Minutes, hours, maybe a whole day it felt like. The darkness was all around me as my brain buzzed and the silence called, "It's over." It said. "There is nothing." And nothing there was, for my mind was blinded but my vision clear. There is nothing if you cant see yourself waking up and you just feel empty. Was I even alive? I couldn't feel my soul, was it gone? Releasing a breath i didn't know i was holding I tried to feel the inside of my body, my heart, my lungs and more, but i couldn't, there was nothing. Just the emptiness of a hollow shell that was my body. I stared at the darkness as i tried to feel something, anything but nothing. But... Not only i felt nothing, I felt everything. The fear, the sadness, the hopelessness, the loneliness all at once, but even then i felt nothing. There was nothing but my empty shell in the dark void and I couldn't move, for if I did destroy the darkness, I would destroy my shell with it. But even in all this mess there was one clear thought I managed.

"I need help."

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The feeling when you buy fake Legos because they are cheaper and then you slowly realise why it was so much cheaper

THIS IS THE SIZE OF BIRTH CONTROL SIDE EFFECTS PAPER

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to be loved by a writer…

i think of you so much, i have this intense urge of writing. noting every thought of you. it started with a word— your name. then random sentences of your likes and dislikes which formed paragraphs of your quirks and the paragraphs evolved to essays of our memories. i could write poems, songs or even books about you because that’s how much my mind’s on you. i am a literary slave to you.

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alone

I'll be alone again. The day will turn, quickly, Burned sapphire sky Enveloping the world, And turning it gray.

I'll be alone again. Sitting in a carcass that, I think, was once a family. Dust coats the ribs, And worms wriggle up, Yet I sit and wait.

I'll be alone again. No one is coming, I am not going to be saved, I have to claw my way out, And I have to do it alone.

Like a shunned lion, A starving dog, a lone coyote, Lost to the woods and their embrace, The roots of an oak cradling, And cooing, oh so sweet - Like them, I'll be alone. Like them, I will yearn for more, Like them, I will stay here, In a carcass, rotting and cold.

I cannot save myself, and worse, I cannot continue forward. I can't keep doing this; Can't not as refusal, But as a salmon can't help but go home. As a hyena can't help but laugh at death. As rot can't help but consume.

I am going to be alone

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Ship of Theseus

I've always been a people pleaser. Seems ironic when I can't name a single person who's actually pleased with me.

I see what people need from me. I become what is needed. I am the fun, bubbly person among introverts, the quiet one among extroverts.

I become the listener when someone needs to vent, chatter incessantly when the silence becomes awkward.

I become the leader when no one steps up, and blend into the background, following orders, when someone does step up.

I am always blending, changing, shifting, to maintain the balance. To ensure everything runs smoothly.

I put myself into every mold made for me, even when I don't actually fit. And then, I cut away parts of me that stick out.

But what do I cut off once there's nothing left?

I try to fill all the empty spaces. Replace them with other things. Joy turns into sacrifice. Happy memories turn into resentments. Love turns into heartache.

Now I'm the Ship of Theseus. Am I still me? Or is this all I will remain?

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🥐

I... I dont know if this is a gift or a threat, but thank you :D

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Candles

Another little light flickered among sixteen others. Its flame, so tiny, but so meaningful, its warmth sending shivers down my body. Each fire different than the other. Some big, some small, some strong, some low. With most reflecting my melancholy and my pain, while only some remembered me as at least somewhat sane. Before, the thoughts would consume my brain and the wounds I would make, bleeding away, but now, with you beside me, I see all that awaits for me.

@essickmango

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I mean, yeah. This is exactly the reason, among others, why I write

pspspspsps poetry mutuals come here... new quiz... making you the patron saint of something...