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to be found.

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to escape.

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This is a different level of life and death. Knowing to grasp the depth of hollows of your existence in this “always-unrequited-universe” is heavy. Heavy as how everyone know how heavy it is. But, not everyone feels how heavy it is, they all just know, and it won’t justify anything. Oh Great Creator would all of these matter as how I think it should be?

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nowhere to be found

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Privileges

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Why does my everything feels like subway rails? Thought of accomplishing it yet it’s a constant everlasting point of discouragements, loneliness, lost and emotional stress. It has stops obviously, for you to assess, but I’m not capable of doing that. Like wtf? Im not suppose to be like this at 19!!!?

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Seeing people’s little pockets of lives is great and it’s moving because I can grasp some lessons and courage from there that’s why I really love love talking and asking peoples day, situations, their thoughts. It just feels so comforting somehow

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How can someone be so sure of their own path? Kay lisod na kaayo unsa akong pilion karon :(( what if waa koy makita na work ani nga course, gusto nako motabang sakong mga manghud oh help me God

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I have never been so dull in my life

But now, feels like a dozen of color less point of greys

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Truths of the nights

Love how nights can make us honest,

In a way our days can’t fairly come close,

We seem to see ourselves like waters in a peaceful pool,

And contemplate and start shred tears of woe.

Do we really know the truths of ourselves?

The deepest narrows we haven’t cave in?

Do we have to acknowledge this and accept?

Or accept that we will never gonna know?

Perhaps having these nights aren’t that bad,

For we think we aren’t weak and slow and shallow,

Cause darkness seemed like our blankets of comfort,

And the deafening noise was ours too.

I always know that this time will come,

Where hopes is for mere child and not for me,

A lollipop for a lollipop, A sweat for a sweat,

Loneliness is inevitable and it’s consuming me.

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Time is infinite, it is always with you, it is driven by a purpose but is selfish. I can't order time to slow down or speed up.

tired.

Can’t I just make it stop just for a little while and hold it until I’m healed, ready, fueled up with dedication, will, and insistence to battle another day? I’m just broke.