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lonle · 1 year
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Entre líneas, leo lo que alguna vez fui, lo que sentí y lo que viví, entre más avanzó, más preguntas se crean y con ellas, más pensamientos, que poco a poco se vuelven más inciertos, más tristes, más dolorosos y así creando un bucle sin fin, en donde lo único que es verdadero es el tiempo que se ha vivido y los recuerdos que se han olvidado
¿Lonle?
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ojalá y un día me entienda. tal vez ese día por fin conozca algo de mí, lo más mínimo. quizá cuál es mi platillo o canción favorita. yo creo que siempre me desconozco y cuando intento acercarme a mí y abrazarme me rechazo me transformo me desconozco. desearía, a veces, sentirme propio.
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zeim-nft · 4 months
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I restore myself when I'm alone.
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dukeordeath · 16 days
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Let me die, just not alone
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psykopaths · 2 months
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Chunking Express, (1994)
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arrows2art · 5 months
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Me: I'm Aromantic and Asexual there is nothing that gonna happen in this bed.
*My brain giggling*
Me: What are you-
Brain: Cuddling
Me:
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Literally frustrating
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sulasnsleep · 6 months
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“sometimes, when i turn off the lights and close my eyes, the only thing i can feel is the sensation of loneliness burning my lids, and falling down my face.”
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greyaugustuspoetry · 1 year
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please, someone answer my texts
please,
someone answer my texts
i don't want to be alone with my thoughts
i can feel the emptiness
and it's making me want to let go
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psicxsi-s · 8 months
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jarsarahere · 4 months
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I just feel like I've been crying and sobbing for so long internally.
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lonle · 1 year
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Como quisiera poder tener a mi pequeña yo a mi lado, contarle todo lo que ha pasado y al fin decirle, que la tristeza se ha ido, que las tormentas se han despejado y la soledad se ha vuelto una amiga más
Lonle
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en una nube descansa mi vista y de esta el sol se desparrama blandiendo sus espigas de oro sucio. quisiera que, de todos, este atardecer durase toda la vida. solo este rincón del mundo, repitiéndose hasta que todo termine. le temo a la noche y a la forma en que el sol se desploma a su eterno morir. el funeral de diario.
todo se deshoja.
20 de abril 2022
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He was as magical as he was sad, that boy. I saw him, clinging to that bottle for dear life, and drinking from it, as if he could drown every burden and all his pain in the burning sensation of the liquid going down his throat and into his stomach, sending him into a blissful state of forgetfulness and numbness.
But I saw it. I saw it, deep into his eyes as he held my wrists and locked his eyes with mine. I saw the sadness and the loneliness he tried so hard to hide. And it was so heartbreaking. He was so young. No one that age should be allowed to feel such sorrow.
However, in that moment, in which he looked at me and time stopped, I realized that he was the spitting image of me when I was his age. Drunk, confused, lonely, and so, so lost. I felt such a strong urge to hold him in my arms and let him cry his pain away until he felt whole again.
He had to leave, though. And, although he left the house that day, he hasn't left my mind since. Something in those big, melancholic eyes told me that I've got to offer him what nobody offered me: a hand to reach out to and a shoulder to cry on. I've got to offer him company, even at the bottom of the pit. Keep him company, be it in heaven, be it in hell.
I have got to help him heal his wounds until they become scars, and then I've got to teach him to love them.
I've got to be, to that boy, what I wish I'd had the most. I've got to be the someone who he knows will always be there for him, no matter who he is or how broken he is.
The drunken boy, gripping that goddamn bottle, his knuckles white, told me all of that, just staring into my eyes. It was just for a moment, but it was enough for me to see. Enough for me to recognize him as someone who once had been me.
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dukeordeath · 23 days
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The world is too fucking loud.
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psykopaths · 3 months
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herpandalady · 1 year
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Me 99% of the time
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