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#sabotage's poetry
sl8tersstuff · 2 months
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I live my life in a constant state of grief of what I did, what I didn’t do, and what I can never do.
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cloud9doll · 4 months
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louise glück, the white series // claude monet, houses in the snow // fyodor dostoyevsky, the gentle spirit // jane o. wayne, with solitude //reddit user artsykate, winter nocturne with lonely road // joseph brodsky, to m.b. // fyodor dostoevsky, poor folk // caspar david friedrich, winter landscape // audre lorde, the cancer journals // mahmoud darwish, memory for forgetfulness
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gayofthefae · 2 months
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Will has always sacrificed himself it just escalated to self-sabotage. In the first episode, Mike reasons going after him because of his self sacrifice in DnD. In season 2 when they're in the shed, he tells another DnD story of sacrifice or risk of sacrifice. Joyce tells the story of him giving up his tonka truck. In season 3, after their fight, he steps back, tried not to take up as much space so he doesn't interfere with Mike's happiness, if that's with someone other than him now. In season 4, he gives up his own chance at sharing something that's been killing him so that Mike feels loved by El. It was always coming and it was always there. When he speaks his mind he takes up too much space and people tell him so, even if they don't mean it, even if it's just unrelated bad timing, and he listens and steps back. "I deserved it".
"I have never understood where the line is drawn between self-sacrifice and self-slaughter"
Once, it was acts of selflessness. He risked himself when there was a threat to save the party in DnD. But in life, it was always more like the tonka truck. Which was selfless, yes, but he never really learned to prioritize. "She's sad mommy" and in that case, he decided that that's what he could do to help. But as he got older, he never asked himself if there were other ways he could help, ways without self sacrifice. He never weighed the options. He never asked himself if it would make him sadder to give things up than it would make them if he didn't. He just decided "if they're a little bit sad and I could fix completely by ripping out my own heart and never putting it back in, I'll do it".
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life is cruel and painful but it is mine. i built it bleeding raw and starving, full of spite and sheer determination
i walked out of hell, i cried while dragging myself out of hell, i climbed out of hell with my bitten down nails sinking into the edges
and it wasn't so i could let another person cut me off at my knees, blunt machete in hand while i watch quietly
i am young starving and have nothing to lose. i will not stop until i get what i deserve
written 25/1/22
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only-bones-left · 4 months
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I step on the glass just to see the blood on my footprints as I walk
And when I look back I see the same cycle of self-destruction being repeated, again and again
And when I look ahead it's hard to imagine a future where my feet don't bleed.
Yet I keep walking
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I lost everything loving you
I lost my sanity
I lost My identity
I lost my standards
I lost my morals
I lost my boundaries
I lost myself loving you
A.Val
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buildingtoacrescendo · 8 months
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Why do I struggle to remember?
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trushe3 · 4 months
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For all those who have been fighting silent battles this year 🧡
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evezpear · 2 months
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Vent poem maybe? I still don’t understand if theres something harsh about this. I don’t even know if it constituted as assault.
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lixie-ho · 8 months
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Mother
When they ask me what my mom was like during my childhood
I close my eyes and try to imagine something normal to respond
But all I can see is a very small version of me
Reading books to myself & putting myself to sleep.
I ache for something I've never had.
Some sense of belonging or open arms
I wrap my own arms around myself and though I don't sleep well, I know I'll always have myself.
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sl8tersstuff · 1 month
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I love life but I’m never going to find a way to live it without an abiding fear that I’m going to be alone forever.
As they say, there’s no guarantee you’ll be loved.
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chaosmindthoughts · 4 days
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…have I suffered enough to be wanted? Was it pretty enough suffering to be chosen? Did I prove I’m still a woman? If my sin wasn’t romantic, wasn’t feminine, I can live with the performance If it leads to some praise.
(I can't find the post where I saw this poem, but here are fragments I remember from it. It's so raw. If y'all know the user please say it, so I can repost their post)
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golden-letters · 29 days
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and i know i am unlikeable, i know i am self-centred, i know i am arrogant, i know i am too boring, and i lack a sense of humour and hanging out with me feels like a chore and i am so incredibly unlikeable. but it still hurts, even with hindsight, to be told a friend is no longer a friend. and im forced to examine each of our interactions squinting to see details of whether or not you've always hated me, lost in the question of whether you're just too good of an actor or maybe once, we were actually friends. i don't know. i can be quite daft when it comes to these things. and i can't help but hate myself for it. i can't blame you all either. no one sane would voluntarily accompany someone as prickly as me– and i'm too self-centred and arrogant and horrid to accept anyone insane.
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I believe both 'compliments' and 'insults' said by people;
One makes me rule the world and the other makes me bury myself in an unknown world....
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only-bones-left · 3 months
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