runawaylivinglife
Recovering From The Past
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Wow, feeling my feelings is an ick, so I’m just gonna write them here so I don’t have to feel them🤪
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runawaylivinglife · 5 months ago
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Oh to be 17 again and the only thought I had was what I was going to do now that school has finished.
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runawaylivinglife · 5 months ago
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Me thinking about how I’ll never be 17 again going to schoolies with the money I saved up for months to freely stay and spend as I want. Going to events and parties and living it up. Only to get on my flight home and then have to rush to the other side of the airport so I can say goodbye to my friend who was leaving that same day. We both were leaving our own separate holidays.
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runawaylivinglife · 6 months ago
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The temporary friend
At the time you may not realise they are temporary
And you may even talk about the future with them in it
But know that even if you are my temporary friend
I will be here
Now
In the future
And especially in the past
Whether we end on good or bad terms
There will always be a spot in heart and my head wondering what has happened to you
How things are going
And if you still wish to reach out sometimes
Temporary friends aren’t meant to stay
But just know they provided a growth for you
Whether you realise it or not
They did help you
They are helping you
Whether it be a cautionary tale or a story to tell your children
Your temporary friend helped but always remember that you did all the work
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runawaylivinglife · 6 months ago
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Tell the children they were worth it
Tell the children it’s not there fault
Tell their children im sorry
Because you never will
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runawaylivinglife · 6 months ago
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The worst thing about generational trauma is that the victim turned oppressor always thinks they are doing better than their oppressor.
You’re not doing better if the example of worse is still an abuser who hasn’t changed their ways.
Who literally can’t see the laces as anything but the victim.
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runawaylivinglife · 6 months ago
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As children we were marked for death
Although you scream about how you gave us life
Marked for death by this society
As children who want to grow
Who want to change the world
We are told we were a blessing
This worlds blessing
Why do we get punished so much
We as children don’t ask for this life
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runawaylivinglife · 6 months ago
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Maybe the real reason I stopped trying in High school wasn’t because I was burnt out, but because no one was gonna cheer on my achievements anymore so it wasn’t worth trying at all.
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runawaylivinglife · 6 months ago
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You only charge your thinking when the situation suits you,
You never look at something that doesn’t seem perfect to you,
You never think of something unless it works with you,
Nothing is ever good enough with you,
It was bad when it didn’t suit you,
Now it’s good because it works with you life now,
I hope you grow up,
I hope your life is amazing,
I wish you the best,
I just wish to never see how good you are,
I wish to never know how good life keeps getting for you,
I wish our paths never aligned,
Cause then I wouldn’t have to feel this way for you.
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runawaylivinglife · 6 months ago
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Random thought of the day:
If only a camera could truly capture the beauty we see with our eyes.
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runawaylivinglife · 6 months ago
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The pieces don’t always fit
Sometimes you lose a few along the way
The picture will never be the same
But you will have to continue anyway
You might not be back the way you were before
But sometimes healing is better then just repairing
You can’t always fix what’s been broken by shoving pieces back into itself
But you can try to find a new puzzle that helps
with all new pieces
A whole new experience and outlook on how to do the puzzle
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runawaylivinglife · 6 months ago
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Blood on my hands
Blood on my face
What’s the difference
Whether it’s your blood or mine
We’re both in pain either way
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runawaylivinglife · 6 months ago
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It’s easy to remember the good moments when you’re no longer in that situation anymore
No fighting
No screaming
No more relentless drowning in my own emotions
I’m free
So why do I only remember the good
Why do I want to go back
Why do I forget all the bad till I’m back there
Where did the bad moments go
Why can’t you stay good
Why can’t I stay away
Why am I being dragged back
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runawaylivinglife · 6 months ago
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I know love exist because I’m so full of it
But why does the love feel strangling
Why does the love hurt me like that
Why does the love feel like a curse
I’m full of love but you’re filled with hatred and
That’s corrupting my balance
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runawaylivinglife · 6 months ago
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We aren’t the same
I’m here to get away
You’re here to stay
Trust me going back isn’t fun
I’d rather stay here
I’d rather be sane
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runawaylivinglife · 6 months ago
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Maybe I did love him
Maybe I didn’t
Maybe I loved a version of him I couldn’t have
It was too late to fully form physical connections
He was leaving
It was too late
The contact stayed
But the connection didn’t
I’m sorry it didn’t work out
Maybe in another lifetime it wouldn’t be rushed
Maybe in another lifetime I wouldn’t have disconnected
Maybe it was for the best
Best for him that is
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runawaylivinglife · 6 months ago
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stuff I need to hear
Things don’t have to work out at 18 or 21 or 25 or 30
You can make mistakes
You can change
You can develop new life skills
Or wants
Things don’t need to work out right now
Things don’t need to sort themselves out Immediately
Love in the now
Stop worrying about it when things don’t work out
It may suck but maybe it’s better
It may hurt like hell but it might work out better
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runawaylivinglife · 6 months ago
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And just like that I changed,
I mean what did you expect when you treated me like that
I mean how did you think this would go
I mean I was bound to leave
And too blind to not see the damage you’ve done
What did you expect me to do,
Stay?
why?
Guess you can’t manipulate me like you thought you could
Guess I’ve changed
Whether that be a good thing or a bad thing
Whether that means I’ve had to break myself apart to put me back together
Whether that means I’m broken or not
I guess I’ve changed
Or have I always been this way
Maybe you’ve just never seen this side of me
Maybe you just chose to see only certain parts of me
Maybe you were blinded by “love”
Maybe you were the one that changed
And maybe I fell for it
And just like that, I changed
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