acutepsychotic
acutepsychotic
the static speaks my name
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life still happens when I close my eyesmain: jaded-infatuation
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acutepsychotic · 2 years ago
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it’s like being colourblind to emotions despite feeling them anyway
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acutepsychotic · 2 years ago
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hell is not the place you go, it is merely the weight you carry at all times
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acutepsychotic · 2 years ago
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the thought that my life could have been something so beautiful will haunt me forever
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acutepsychotic · 3 years ago
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people around me are finding faith and love and I’m finding more reasons why I shouldn’t be here anymore
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acutepsychotic · 3 years ago
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I see people fall in love with the idea of their lives everyday while I wait for mine to end.
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acutepsychotic · 3 years ago
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I died long ago while my anguished soul haunts my hollow corpse
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acutepsychotic · 3 years ago
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I don’t think I ever got better, maybe I just got used to it.
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acutepsychotic · 3 years ago
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I’m the only one that understands, I have always seen the world differently.
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acutepsychotic · 3 years ago
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this world is too cruel to be a reality
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acutepsychotic · 3 years ago
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I no longer need anyone to describe the world to me, I see it so perfectly well for myself.
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acutepsychotic · 3 years ago
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my mind is infested with thoughts that aren’t mine
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acutepsychotic · 3 years ago
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today never passes
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acutepsychotic · 3 years ago
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childhood memories are so difficult to recollect that it feels like I wasn’t the one who lived my childhood
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acutepsychotic · 3 years ago
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I view this world through a pane of shattered glass, when the screen falls away maybe I’ll begin to live again.
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acutepsychotic · 4 years ago
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I imagined myself dying so much that it almost feels like a childhood memory
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acutepsychotic · 4 years ago
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often, I lay on the cold floor to deceive myself into believing I can fall no further than this, but rock bottom will always have a forgotten basement.
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acutepsychotic · 4 years ago
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god has presented himself to me in every manner of tragedy and torture, he has found his favourite soul to unfairly abuse
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