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“Erase me from existence”
A longing to disappear, to hide.
I can’t bear this world.
I can’t breathe.
My desire to die is deadly on its own.
I wander….a body without a soul.
I scream, but who hears?
Every time I want to speak,
I hear that annoying voice whispering with logic and truth :
They don’t want to listen. They won’t be able to help you.
And oh, how I hate that voice…
but I always listen to it.
And so I go quiet,
step back a little,
push everyone away and keep myself away too.
A desperate urge to talk…
but who will listen?
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ها أنا وحدي تنَاجيني غمومي
وكآباتي وأشباحُ الفَناءِ
كلّ ما حولي مُثيرُ للوُجوم.
مَصْرَعُ الشمس وأحزانُ المساءِ
عبثاً أطردُ عن نفسي همومي
عبثا أرجو شعاعاً من رَجاءِ
غرقتْ أحلامُ قلبي في الغيوم.
وتلاشت مثل أحلام الضياءِ
وأنا تِمْثال حُزْن مُخْرق
وشَقَاءُ مُطْيقٌ فوقَ شقَاءً
أرُمُقُ الأفق بطَرْف مُغرَق
تانهِ يَطَوي دياجيرَ الفَضَاءُ
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A kiss to the head by a gun is what i need rn ₊
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Hell, according to Tolstoy-
is not fire
but the slow death of the soul
living the same day on repeat
surrounded by human copies
hearing the same hollow words
sharing the same dead ideas
without the power to change
without the will to escape
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even with the world wrapped around me, it’s still you that my heart yearns for.
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I spent the whole day listening to music
I’m going through it.
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كِل مِن شافها داب وضاع سَجَد وباس اجرَيها، بسمِتها بتِحجُب أنياب ما قِدِر حَد يكسِرها..
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جاي ع بالي سافر
لحالي
هاجر
غير لون شعري
ضبط مكياجي
خبي باسبوري
لحالي
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Abandoned honeymooner’s resort in the Poconos, PA
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Evocative masterpieces by Emil Melmoth, where dark surrealism meets the macabre
IG: emil_melmoth
🥀🗡️📿🕯️
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