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manxiety · 1 year
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Sometimes spiritual awakening looks like-
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Others hate that I get jealous over everything
What I hate is how no one is ever jealous for me
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ultimately, healing is work, and healing is not easy and, most importantly, healing is forever worth it
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manxiety · 1 year
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Sometimes I hate everything
The other times I hate myself for hating everything
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manxiety · 1 year
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I have been so sad for so long
I truly dont remember what an hour long happiness feels like
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manxiety · 2 years
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“Don’t abuse a kind heart. You may never be offered one again.”
— Pokello Nare
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manxiety · 2 years
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Kind of want to jump off a cliff and never feel anything ever again, never want to see anyone ever again, never want to talk to anyone ever again
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manxiety · 2 years
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manxiety · 2 years
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Why is that when I was here noone saw me
And now when I am gone I am suddenly visible?
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manxiety · 2 years
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from Autopsy by Donte Collins
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manxiety · 2 years
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“I’m not afraid of dying. Pieces of me die all the time.”
— Sage Francis
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manxiety · 2 years
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To love too much is a nuisance
To believe there is no love is a nuisance
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manxiety · 2 years
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For it to have come to this, is a shame on both of us
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manxiety · 2 years
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September is the portal for my transformation from a little dead to all dead, every year.
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manxiety · 2 years
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Sometimes I am truly happy. The kind where I can feel my dopamine boosting and flowers growing in my chest, calming me
Only, till I process it and enjoy it, I am consumed by this fear. The fear which tells me this feeling is a visitor. It will only last so long.
It is only a guest, of mere minutes.
And before I enjoy that feeling, it is gone. It leaves before completing me.
So I wait, in its hope. With my hands all empty yet feeling so heavy.
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manxiety · 2 years
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I like love, it makes me feel things
But with it comes hurt
With it will always be a little jealousy, a little expectation, some amount of hurt but that's inevitable
And above everything else, it shows, nothing is perfect
Not even love
Not you not me
And that's the beauty of it
To embrace the imperfection
Because the existence of imperfection makes us seek perfection
And that seeking is beautiful, it is the the beauty of it all.
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