heavenly-lost

[heavenly-lost]

When she said, cry it out— I cry my words, thoughts out instead, she had a look of disgust and forced sympathy.

[heavenly-lost]

Speak! May your eyes be healed with the sorrow of the guide, thy your hands, your heart, your hair. Scrounging no left. Be brought by flushed sobriquets— and divinity for its shallow.

May, may your conscious seek dreams, may your hand make the persons ought to seek with sacred; “they’re so warm!” May your heart, child with the others, no other lukewarms may seem to disappoint your own product.

[heavenly-lost]

May, may your conscious seek dreams, may your hand make the persons ought to seek with sacred; “they’re so warm!” May your heart, child with the others, no other lukewarms may seem to disappoint your own product.

[heavenly-lost]

I happen to be love and hating myself, not to the enormous insecure that was build up, it was also weakening my confidence, even good morals that told me I’m prettier won’t work: I happen to be judged and used to it. Yet people asked me why I hate deep compliments, was it because of the feeling where you get yourself into trouble, blaming you for nothing you did?

People often asked, why do I seem to dislike my parents and myself?

They seek nothing but such unwavering support, but they don’t mean any second of it, as if either you can change or not, not even no one can stop you from preventing and isolating yourself, not even god can.

The choices were up for you, either u like the ones u created, such as the cherished ones will not be tolerated but to be used as an tool, nothing could make an difference.

The key to my heart, won’t open the door; they don’t work within— uncherished, loved letters, not even acts of service can do. You can only receive compliments sometimes you’re not used to, and shower you with kisses like how partners do, as if the only one to repeat the actions can workout.

Anything that won’t happen to be kindness, with terrors — they seek acidic showers, that will not invite you for to shower and bath yourself with love, support but pain, insults and domestic issues are the one that showering you down.

[heavenly-lost]

People often asked, why do I seem to dislike my parents and myself?

They seek nothing but such unwavering support, but they don’t mean any second of it, as if either you can change or not, not even no one can stop you from preventing and isolating yourself, not even god can.

The choices were up for you, either u like the ones u created, such as the cherished ones will not be tolerated but to be used as an tool, nothing could make an difference.

The key to my heart, won’t open the door; they don’t work within— uncherished, loved letters, not even acts of service can do. You can only receive compliments sometimes you’re not used to, and shower you with kisses like how partners do, as if the only one to repeat the actions can workout.

Anything that won’t happen to be kindness, with terrors — they seek acidic showers, that will not invite you for to shower and bath yourself with love, support but pain, insults and domestic issues are the one that showering you down.

[heavenly-lost]

Stricken by the storm, a rage of grief —a manipulative act of sorrow, whoever chases the sorrow has done themselves an enormous awful, dearly.

[heavenly-lost]

we used to be, now it’s as above— so below.

were the people from society were that cruel; as if—deciphered by their actions and their own words? They don’t realize that some people are mostly brainwashed by the mindset of Religion.

We surely don’t know why; hous the most priest, religious one expect us to believe that there is 1 God or not, some says there are many. But I don’t honestly familiar with all the high up powers, not when my brain has not been processing— learning things, as if I got amnesia

I doubt, even such a foolish- sinner person would ever live a normal live, I move on from my mistakes and just apologize for what I did— I sound controlled by the devil.

[heavenly-lost]

were the people from society were that cruel; as if—deciphered by their actions and their own words? They don’t realize that some people are mostly brainwashed by the mindset of Religion.

We surely don’t know why; hous the most priest, religious one expect us to believe that there is 1 God or not, some says there are many. But I don’t honestly familiar with all the high up powers, not when my brain has not been processing— learning things, as if I got amnesia

I doubt, even such a foolish- sinner person would ever live a normal live, I move on from my mistakes and just apologize for what I did— I sound controlled by the devil.

[heavenly-lost]

The last one is chasing the future, becoming the only one chasing their dreams: morals seek to be hidden, pearls keep gatekeeping themselves; as we bottled up our feelings.

sought to help — the last one would be the recommended one, people swipe the last truth away to be different, for me. If I were to choose I would definitely pick the “chasing the future” before my symbol to die has been revealed.

Iam no longer a TV; I live with feelings, becore with the noises. Just to leider them?

[heavenly-lost]

I choose the first one. The remark make me feel the wrath, they caused destructions to people’s feelings; they also make me unhuman to the scy— the ocean, the waves. They like to think that “those waves can linger around your brain” maybe my sharp, indicating words can linger them for a small, badly reminder to hurt you.

I wouldn’t be surprised if I were able to remake my life mistakes as an correction, it’s like taping the mistakes— to fortunately favor the scenery. My mistakes are known for making me devour the bad ways; influencing the other people.

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I wouldn’t be surprised if I were able to remake my life mistakes as an correction, it’s like taping the mistakes— to fortunately favor the scenery. My mistakes are known for making me devour the bad ways; influencing the other people.

[heavenly-lost]

things I remembered when I was childish, unlikely different from children — remembered moments I can feel their presence and their yelling.

my mother— who has tired eyes has been overworking; with such unsaid words of hers I can't bear the thought of feeling remorse and helping her , my child-like faith was still showing. She cooks for me and my father— yet things don't get better, we equitate the presence of the home, with stressful, unloved and words that needed to be screamed out. Was it because of me for not helping her?

My father is trying to get things better and quickly; it was already too late— home was not helping, the absence of my father feels empty alone with my mother, I missed hugging him when I was a child, the adulthood is serious, I can't think, if I were studying and got a work at the same time will I help them? Things get worse as it seems, how many times did I ruin them? It was already too late to help things get better, sooner or later it will take a few for them to be better or not.

my impatience, under the table was shown and was terribly yelled, I can't help but to feel guilty about it. “Do you not know how to wait? It takes a long time because there are so many cars, you just waste your time with your auntie to wait just to go here hearing you complain” my childishness, was shown so many times I been getting called “immature” and I just don't know why I been frustrated lying about it, I can't cover things easily. —i wanted to get things better when I'm young, I could change the past if I have a time to travel. I can't even feel the harmony, and the rhythm of happiness and joyful laughs— we run together. I hated being immature as it seems.

People who entertain me, but somehow cusses me for not understanding is making me feel guilty , for being stupid; cowardly as I seem I felt like an unhinged, a child who does not seem to seek knowledge nor help but is stupid for everyone else. I was born into this way, However I'll be distressed to know my older self, do I still get treated by them still? Does my mother feel a sigh of relief when I grow older, so I leave the house? Does my father believe, things get better when my absence is there? I do not know. I can't stop thinking, I felt like I was an unwanted child for them, why was I born in this life? “swap lives?” Surely, no one knows if that swings away the memories you have been remembering as a child, do you still feel the betrayal?

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I can't embrace what I need to find my guilt out here, I must have thrown it away, have I? I can't bear the thought of losing something; u whispered your words to mine and I can't hear it loudly “i heard it loudly and clear.” I did not.

Quit the thoughts of fearing your consequences, do you imagine the guilt you felt and leave it outwards? You never answered; what makes you think you can't embrace your punishment? You had to throw it— away within a few unsaid words, there were so many of them I couldn't cross the path there, tell me what's your answer.

define who I am? I can't make any words to throw it away and just leave it; unwind by the time, and no one will pick it up; why would I fear what I am facing? “you're just afraid to admit your guilt, are you?” we have, I don't act stoic; but I act like i ended all of the things easily, with every unsaid, unheard words still. My voice was not heard loudly.

[heavenly-lost]

Quit the thoughts of fearing your consequences, do you imagine the guilt you felt and leave it outwards? You never answered; what makes you think you can't embrace your punishment? You had to throw it— away within a few unsaid words, there were so many of them I couldn't cross the path there, tell me what's your answer.

define who I am? I can't make any words to throw it away and just leave it; unwind by the time, and no one will pick it up; why would I fear what I am facing? “you're just afraid to admit your guilt, are you?” we have, I don't act stoic; but I act like i ended all of the things easily, with every unsaid, unheard words still. My voice was not heard loudly.

[heavenly-lost]

If I dealt with.

#the thousands of years, the true living of the ordinary person; they peel the skin of their hardcore, you start to vomit, you let out so many words and your intrusive thoughts start to rise up— with your own neglected self.

#your lost thoughts, craving for attention from them seeks for “mentally, i am here.” but where were you? Attachment is something I fear to feel with them, one ungrounded whiplash ; you do not know what to do with your own hands, can you stand still?

#with

#all the things

#can you?

Do you imagine the sadness of reality, that you lose though; the imagination of being lost, yet no one looks for you still makes you crave even more attachment, attention from them?

I did in fact, reality and fiction is the hardest thing for me to tell the difference— 1. Is that I have a fear of being called annoyed, as I look childish I acted, behaved and looked. 2. Is that my fortune to be weird, carelessly; as it seems have you imagined that if thou shalt not be sure, you cannot just assume things and yourself you're weird, acting immature.

#hope is all; that we all lose the weight of carrying heavy things — that we lose the pressure of being forced, you hate being told to do don't you?

[heavenly-lost]

Do you imagine the sadness of reality, that you lose though; the imagination of being lost, yet no one looks for you still makes you crave even more attachment, attention from them?

I did in fact, reality and fiction is the hardest thing for me to tell the difference— 1. Is that I have a fear of being called annoyed, as I look childish I acted, behaved and looked. 2. Is that my fortune to be weird, carelessly; as it seems have you imagined that if thou shalt not be sure, you cannot just assume things and yourself you're weird, acting immature.

#hope is all; that we all lose the weight of carrying heavy things — that we lose the pressure of being forced, you hate being told to do don't you?