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stiff-minded · 3 years
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I don't judge others, I judge myself.
Is that ok??🤔
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stiff-minded · 3 years
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Sometimes all we wanna do is take it all back, step by step, word by word, piece by piece and ease our messed up minds. It grows on us, how one less decision and we might have been some place better. The deep stuck feelings of being worthless creates a void in the places we didn't know, existed.
The ultimate question when will it all add up to make sense and relieve us of the pain.
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stiff-minded · 3 years
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Anything and everything there is comes from a point of love; some for the love of another, some for the love from another, some for the love of speed and thrill, some for the love of being and some for the love of destruction. Love has no start and no end, it is all we are and all we have. It is nothing and it is everything, it drives you nuts and it keeps you alive, it holds you like a newborn and forges you in a furnace like a rod of iron. It is the toughest and the weakest link in all that matters.
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stiff-minded · 3 years
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Her flames are coming after your lies, they might not harm you but will surely burn her down. And she will rise from the ashes, she will stand tall, when you will gasp. It's not her fault that you misunderstood her emotions for weakness when all they were, was her strength to fight and her hope to try.
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stiff-minded · 3 years
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It is so grey and dark that your low points and sadness become your comfort zone.
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stiff-minded · 3 years
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 The night falls right into our palms and slips right through the fingers. It reveals our fears and introduces the magic of eerie silence. It sits right beside us when we weep softly on to the pillow. It sees through our sheets the vulnerabilities under our skin. It becomes our best friend and an escape from the misery of a day.
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stiff-minded · 3 years
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The threats are never ending, the dilemma to choose my sanity or choose you, stands there, making me go all dizzy in a sheer second. I hate the mess my life is when I can't figure out what to prioritize. This devilish side of yours makes me forget the good times, the smiles we shared, and the crazy shit we did. All I can see is how you manipulate the scene as you like. All I have my eyes on, is the way you make me look stupid and tell how hurt you are, but I will be no good if I compare the scars like you do. I will be no good if I tell you how I suffer, the way my throat itches everytime, the way I want to scream with blood in my eyes, the way you have made me cry through it all and left to find no tear at all. Do whatever you want but don't blame me for not putting my mental peace to a hell lot of misery anymore.
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stiff-minded · 3 years
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'Today might be different' is a constant.
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stiff-minded · 3 years
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Loneliness flies high like an eagle on the day there is no well-wisher in sight, when at 3 am you sip bitter truths of life with a cup of coffee and binge on snacks watching a show half-heartedly. The numbness makes you feel everything but you still don't feel anything. It is just a deep and well constructed void, set up to make you vulnerable.
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stiff-minded · 3 years
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How about we mind our own businesses for a while,
How about a cup of tea on a cold Sunday morning,
How about a lazy day but not keeping the doors open for anxiety,
How about a ride on a merry-go-round,
A sigh or two and eveything might just turn out to be fine.
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stiff-minded · 4 years
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Just like an unwanted guest, it comes and goes,crawls beneath your skin and builds a home,
Just like a parasite, it feeds, on your ideas, imagination, skills and whatnot
Just like a tiny shard, it sticks in your foot and penetrates to the depth until you scream
Just like a friend turned foe, it betrays you and takes away all the self confidence in its fist
Just like an ex lover, it returns back every time you burn the memories in the furnace of anger
His mother named him 'fear' and fear him, you must.
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stiff-minded · 4 years
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Sprinkle poems on their death beds and shower anecdotes,
make up for the lost hours of ecstacy,
end the inert misery; drive away the pain,
send them ashore with warmth of your tenderness,
let their soul open its eyes to the best world could offer.
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stiff-minded · 4 years
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We feel the same way, you and I. We want to cry at the top of our voice but we find nothing where the tears were supposed to be. We struggle to get of bed but as soon as we do, no one can really tell we have been faking this ear to ear smile all day. We suffer when our fears entangle around our neck but breaking out doesn't seem possible because our legs are trembling and we feel weak in our knees. We are surviving each and every second without being alive. We are reaching out but towards the dead end.
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stiff-minded · 4 years
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My heart speaks loud and clear, it want this misery to end, the tears that roll down as every inch of my soul shakes and brakes want to be jammed forever so they no longer make an appearance. The breakdowns are also tired of how often, I take shelter in their cozy home. The cup of tea screams that it is not gonna soothe my nerves with a lake of sorrows beneath lying under my skin. I wonder, if they only listened to me once, and not questioned, but believed and threw no opinions at my face, would it be any better than it is right now?
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stiff-minded · 4 years
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creatives?
any of you feel like you’ve lost your touch or spark lately or is it just me? going through a major creative block that’s been on & off for the last couple months & I’m struggling to get out of it. i feel like whatever I write just isn’t good enough or isn’t as good as anything I’ve written before :/
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stiff-minded · 4 years
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I cut your strings from my flesh, no longer your little puppet in a pretty white dress. I was never going to be your ideal, because you were seeking the best, and we both know you’d only find that inside the looking glass. You came back hoping to pull those strings, only to find that they had been plucked from the seams. I’ve now had five long years away from you; that pretty dress has burned in the flames of who I used to be, and now, I can finally say that I’m free.
-freedom J.A.
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stiff-minded · 4 years
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People need to stop questioning my anxiety as if I myself know the reason.Dude, if I would have known, I would seek a way out.
i love when people ask me “what are you anxious about” like…….about??? you think this is based on reason? rationality? never heard of that
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