lifeisnot-go-od

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Luka, when I catch you Luka 🔪

round 7 destroyed me

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cutieessss

ichigo sunset 🍓

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I have never felt more called out in my life

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Me.

Who am I?

Strangers, in their eyes, I am polite.

Gentle as the breeze, never giving a fright.

Friends, in their eyes, I am nice

Warm as the sun, not cold as ice

But is this all I am?

No, I am more than that

Empathetic like a reader, I read people like books

A bottomless heart, I understand the world with a look

Is this all I am? No, I am so much more.

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Bruh, why are people simple yet difficult (girl breaking down cuz of school 🙃)

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A poem about self-perception, i think...

Honestly, I'm shitty at poems but oh wells.

"Reflection"

Everyone is different

That's what my parents say

It's fine to be different

That's what my parents say

Just don't be too different

That's what my parents say

Why are you different

That's what my parents say...

Why am I different? I ask

This person in front of me won't give a fact

Staring me dead in the eye

I swore I could have seen red flash by

Another question I add

What am I? I asked

This time I watch the whole body

Yet the sight I see becomes foggy

Another day Another Stare

This person in front of me won't care

Same questions everyday

They fail to give me an answer each day

The longer I stare, the face distorts

I slowly see them as a monster

Yet I still want my questions answered

For me, it became the standard

Time goes by

My patience is thinning

This monster is still not surrendering

Everyday I see them

The distorted face is what I dreamt

Enough is enough, I've had enough

An object I threw at them, an object so tough

The monster in front of me breaks

The sight in front of me quakes

The monster is split into millions

Heck it could even be trillions

One last time I take a peek

At the monster who I always seek

Ahh, I see

With a realisation I could finally be free

I'm no longer bound to the monster I always seek

I can now journey to the highest of peaks

The answer to my question could be...

No, The answer has always been within me

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This is a story about self exploration ig?

"MISSING"

Life is like a puzzle. As we grow old, we obtain more pieces to complete our life. We obtain a piece every day. Sometimes we are aware of it but other times we don't notice it. My family is a piece, so are my friends and other mundane stuff. They help complete my life, slowly but surely.

Yet, I still can't find a piece I'm looking for. Without it, I'm afraid I may never complete this puzzle. I encountered similar pieces that could fit this hole, but it never lasted. It would always fall out. I'm afraid. What do I do if it remains empty? This puzzle which I call life may never be finished. This feeling of emptiness, I don't like it one bit.

Everyday, I see myself in the mirror. I could see the missing pieces of my body. I hate it. I despise what I see in the mirror. The people I see every day are complete with their life or doing their best to achieve the piece that they want. Jealousy. Envy. Disgust. I began to feel it. I'm doing my best too, aren't I? So why am I still here? Feeling that something is always missing every day. I could only direct the three feelings to the reflection I see in the mirror.

I know what to do; take paper, scissors and tape. Trace this missing hole and create a fake piece. Stick it to me so others can see that my life as of now is complete. Now this makes me feel like I belong. Everyone is happy that I found my missing piece. But I have to be careful. This piece I faked is fragile. One single mistake could cost what I built up.

I still feel hollow. I could only lie in bed and ask myself, "Why am I doing this? ". No matter how hard I try, I will only feel the feeling of lacking something. It's getting a bit hard to bear. The fake piece I made was no help for me. If anything, it only worsened the feeling. The more I kept maintaining the fake piece, the more tired I became. In the end, I gave up and could only lay my back on the wall, feeling defeated.

I shut myself in my own world. Just being alone helps me with the fact I'm not complete. Just me and the darkness and light... Light? I raised my head and saw a friend, my best friend. Why are they here? I can't let them see this pitiful state!

"You're an idiot at times, you know" they said to me. "You think we didn't notice what you're struggling with? We can see it with our eyes and hearts, that you struggle to find the missing piece you so longed for. No matter how many times you look for it, you may never find it. " That statement hurt. I know, I know that's why I gave up. It was exhausting.

"So have this", they gave me something in my hand. It shocked me. It was a puzzle piece. It's appearance was mismatched. Different colors of sizes, like it was made from other puzzle pieces. I looked at my best friend in shock and saw a warm smile on their face.

"Sometimes, the things we can't find are not meant to be found but created. And sometimes, those things can't be created alone", they took my hand and held it tight. Together, the puzzle piece had filled in the last hole. The emptiness inside me was finally fulfilled.

" No matter what you go through, know that we are always here for you"

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