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mothman-suggests · 14 days
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if you wonder why you do not see me in the skies much anymore , this is due to the fact I have been getting around with my skateboard . thank you for your understanding .
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mothman-suggests · 2 months
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I love the passage of time , I hate the passage of time . I love change , I hate change . I miss things and I don't miss things . perhaps I am unequipped for life , but that will not stop me because I will find a way to survive this , though changed .
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mothman-suggests · 3 months
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I love soup .
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mothman-suggests · 3 months
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hello to friends and strangers , stay warm as these upcoming months grow cold with distasteful feelings , it's as if we're stuck underneath a frozen lake with doubts of ever getting through the ice . Wary as we sink to the bottom , watching life go on through a cold glaze . fear not , for that is only a metaphor .
lest we disregard it's reality , however . to my friends and strangers , I can only hope that you keep yourselves homely this winter , for I know not who you are , not your story nor past , yet , if these words found you , perhaps it never mattered .
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mothman-suggests · 5 months
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how would you forgive yourself for mistakes?
It is my first time on earth . as it goes for doing anything for the very first time , I am sure to have many blunders and for me to continue this life I must make many more .
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mothman-suggests · 6 months
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You are a survivor of today , and that says much , I hope you can recognize the power of which you hold (the continuation of life) .
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mothman-suggests · 6 months
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there is always time . fear not as it passes us , you do not have to be doing something to prove time spent well .
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mothman-suggests · 6 months
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today is a declaration of autumn , the moon now greets us much sooner and the breeze becomes colder . the trees are about as colorful as the sky at dusk . officially , it is the best time of the year .
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mothman-suggests · 8 months
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I will play all day . because I want to .
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mothman-suggests · 8 months
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when the sun comes up I think , that is quite beautiful . And then I go back to bed , for I am not made for the early lifestyle .
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mothman-suggests · 8 months
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Peace . It is truly what we all want and deserve . I hope you can achieve it one day , my friends .
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mothman-suggests · 8 months
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graffiti adorns these desolate walls , a rebellion against abandonment's call . vibrant colors amidst this sea of gray , artists' expressions refusing to fade away .
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mothman-suggests · 9 months
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in the quiet of the night , where shadows roam , lies a forgotten place I call my home . abandoned walls that whisper tales untold , a haunting symphony from days of old .
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mothman-suggests · 9 months
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so I embrace this solitude , knowing that it is not a burden but rather a chance to rediscover myself . To grow wise and grand .
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mothman-suggests · 9 months
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lost in the moment , the world starts to move , reality hitting us like a lightening's groove .
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mothman-suggests · 9 months
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in this desolate dance between past and present , abandoned places beckon us to reflect on the ephemeral beauty of existence .
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mothman-suggests · 9 months
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I'm all alone in here , solemn and lonesome . my angst is real and that is truly the case . perhaps I can find the answer to my existence , a raw reverberation of a frenetic silence .
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