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  • StudSpud The Starchy
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    1 year ago

    Hello it is me, I did not die in my sleep
    I clenched my jaw while fears did seep
    Into my thoughts and out my pores
    A fear response one can’t ignore
    She cries and screams, a constant shout
    All the things I dare not talk about
    I cannot keep going, I’m at an edge
    A metaphorical one-way precipice
    Memories bloom at the base of my head
    Can’t make friends like this
    I’m a weirdo and a freak
    Can’t make amends like this
    My future is quite bleak
    Can’t keep myself safe
    Can’t keep up with the race
    Can’t help but wonder if I’d be better off dead
    So I’m going back to bed

    • Force_majeure122
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      1 year ago

      Though often scary and dark,
      it’s important to mark
      That we are not our thoughts.

      Sometimes echos from our past;
      Sometimes random, fleeting, fast;
      Sometimes fearful premonition.

      They are past. They are future.
      They are pure abstraction.

      None of these are real
      even though they feel
      Like the truth.

      Do you want to know the meaning of Nirvana?
      I understood it once - I think. I think…
      And then I lost it… because I think. I think?

    • Bacon
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      1 year ago

      It’s better you’re in bed
      than being irreversibly dead
      you’re a nice friend i think
      time to get some water to drink

    • RosaliePreistley
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      We can’t trust our own thoughts. The lies we tell ourselves, the resentments, the fears hold us back. What I know about you though is that you’re valid, worthy of greatness, sincere and loved. Feel free to reach out anytime for more affirmations and some places I may know of you can turn to for extra support if and when you need some. When one of “us” is struggling, we all are.

      Damn, I’m so emotional this week. It’s quite beautiful to feel like this though.