i love people who post pictures of something as simple as a flower or just birds on a tree. It's like they're literally finding happiness in these small moments.
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Mu Qing teases Feng Xin because he thinks FX’s after Xie Lian like a teenager in love;
Feng Xin teases Mu Qing because he thinks MQ’s after Xie Lian like a teenager in love;
And Xie Lian teases them both because he knows they’re after each other like teenagers in love.
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my ghosts within
In the midst of what seems mundane lies a hidden world
Ghosts surround me, accompanying my every step
The lost, the unmet, the real, the imagined
These translucent entities haunt and console me
Wispy figments shift in and out of awareness
Subdued whispers, their presence felt but never seen
What may seem ordinary masks profound challenges
I push aside my ghosts who yearn to be acknowledged
Fragile mind oscillates betwixt clarity and confusion
A perpetual struggle to live in the present
The universe is littered with daily reminders
of what once was…
of what could have been…
of what I have lost…
of what was never mine…
of what will never be…
Every hushed whisper, every reverberating echo
My ghosts represent these fragments of my narrative
An incomplete history of distortions and illusions
Leaves me feeling incomplete
So, who am I?
What may often be overlooked carries significance to me
Unanswered questions ignite chaos within my mind
I navigate an unsolvable labyrinth of mystery
External investigations cannot unveil these buried truths
Healing lies in reconciling with my ghosts within
Dialogue with them holds the key to my liberation,
Clearing away the misty fog that clouds my perception
By forgiving the past and accepting the unknown,
I can release my ghosts from my internal world
Empowered, I can forge my own narrative,
Finally discovering who I am
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You are a cemetery of anguish.
You are dying from the inside out, possibly already dead.
You are a graveyard of tears, pain and guilt.
(and you learned how to water the grass with alcohol)
You are a cemetery where no bodies are buried.
You are a cemetery of nothing.
You are a cemetery for other people,
They bury everything in you
And it haunts you.
I ignore them all.
Your torments,
Your regrets.
They're just ghosts to me.
I ended up becoming a ghost too.
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i'm not a strong person
impervious to despair,
it's quite the opposite.
like everyone else cries,
i weep too, in constant suffering.
however, i'm now
much too afraid
to face the demons
since your sudden departure.
now, i'm hesitant to let
someone else, someone new,
take me in their arms,
as the pain tries, persistently,
to exit my tear ducts.
'afraid of the dark.'
d.b.a
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Day 8 - Poems @gwynrielweeksofficial
Two poems about our favorite Shadowsinger and Priestess. So many words rhyme with night😱
I wrote this as a preface to my fic a Court of Whispered Melodies which you can read on AO3🤗
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