Dec 2, 2019
Sad as always
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Sad as always
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I love you. But i’m not inlove with you.
I am exhausted with this life. I wish to skip my life to where i already have work and being paid high.
Yeah a break up hurts but have you ever had a parent not want you? Shit hurts.
Why is there so much complicated things on earth like;
Why can’t you be with someone you love the most?
Why can’t you be loved by someone you love?
Why can’t you forget someone who has forgotten you?
-suzy
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the hush of your hustle, scuffling soles and your scandalous soul- and with abrasive energy, my eyes catch glimpse from between shadows- the glow of your face- my eyes burn you are the sun I've chased through my darkness I am your dawn, your waking dream after the tremble lulls, and breath is caught, my fingers fumble again to poise but with languid language beside me, slurring accents into beauty, yet I see only your glow- hot and vulnerable inside, and of me you are.
I just want someone to share popcorn and watch movies with. Is it that much to ask?
the impending doom is always a hell of a lot worse to me than when it all actually falls apart. if i look at someone in my life, something in my life, and tell myself how temporary the situation is, the fear that i build up inside of myself of losing them/it/everything i've worked for will more than likely always be worse than post-loss. post-loss i get to smile about the fact that something beautiful once existed, i get to laugh about experiences shared, i get to hold some deep-rooted sorrow in my heart because they no longer are, but i experienced it. i lived through it. i get the satisfaction of knowing that i learned from it.