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Betwixt the light and the void..

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I wish that I could be satisfied

That I could know what fueled my stride

That I could know what I want from life

20 years, waking up every day, wondering if this feeling is here to stay

If today is the day I throw it all away

If you need to ask how I’m doing then you haven’t been listening

These shadows on me are not my own 

They shimmer they wheeze and they moan

I found company in these leaning trees

They bend but don’t snap

Dying slowly in front of all that pass

On the edge of collapse

By what means does my life cling

The world walks by my cage

As I attempt to colour each day

In a way that makes me want to stay

In a way that makes me worth the air that I breathe 

My charity is in excess when in the company of death

I have so much to give when there’s no one left

I have so much to give I have so much to give

Rebuild

There is no more intoxicating fantasy than to be extraordinary

I make a mentor out of every man I meet

A lover out of everyone I pass in the street

We sing out of sync

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So when you feel your heart sink into your chest

Don't forget everything is okay in the end

We are not okay

But this is not the end yet

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I was the worst to myself

The last person that I would help

It’s taken me until now to dig myself out

I feel like a fuck up

I feel like a failure

But at least it’s not every day

And I am getting better

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"How odd, I can have all this inside me and to you it's just words"

- David Foster Wallace, The Pale King

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scary clouds

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Under a starry sky

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“The Long Tail of Hyakutake” by Aleksandr Yuferev (TWAN)

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You looked at me like I was dangerous. You were right. But the difference is — I’d die to keep your light from going out. Even if it means becoming darkness myself.

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“Grief is a cruel kind of education. You learn how ungentle mourning can be, how full of anger. You learn how glib condolences can feel. You learn how much grief is about language, the failure of language and the grasping for language.”

— Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Notes on Grief

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Being yours heals me.

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Healing energy

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I think about you a lot.

All the time, actually.

In the morning, at night,

in the middle of my day. It's you.

It's just always you.