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“When someone does something wrong, don’t forget all the things they did right.”

— Unknown

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i made a lot of mistakes

i made a lot of mistakes

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"i wonder if we ever think of each other at the same time."

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3 years clean, no new scars..

6 years clean, no new attempts..

But god do I crave that itch to be scratched oncenin a while. An addiction, waiting for the time of darkness, praying for another downfall.

Yet I'm so happy to be clean and have light in my life. I guess that's just the sickness I'm left to dealt.

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Joaquín Nin, from a letter to Anaïs Nin, featured in Reunited: The Correspondence of Anais and Joaquin Nin, 1933-1940

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I wish you needed me in the way I need you.

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it’s so painful to watch yourself grow cold, bitter, and resentful, even toward small, irrelevant things, when all you’ve ever wanted was just to be warm, gentle, kind, and loving.

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“Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Will I Ever Be Your Star? Under the cool blue hues of the world, there she shone. So bright and golden. Soft around the edges, you could nearly miss her if you weren't careful. She paled so beautifully against the darkness beyond her. As if she only existed to escape that infinite space. But not to you. Deep down you knew she existed solely for you. To find your light and always be guided. She'd never falter you, she'd never mislead you. And you needed her desperately too. Even the times you tried to shake her gaze away. Even those nights you'd scream to yourself in your mind how badly someone else was meant for you. She was your star. And to her. A very long distant away, you were hers.

»ℂ𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝«

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me: you literally have a disorder. this is symptoms

me: no perhaps my soul is rotten

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"The Brothers Karamazov", Fyodor Dostoevsky (translated by Constance Garnett)

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