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Bro. ✋🏼🧚🏼. I don’t even know why I’m here fighting you I guess it’s cause I’m literally the only one safe enough to. If I fight you you won’t kill my family so I don’t risk the same things the others risk. So anyways. The Devil’s Sacrament. I was there. And you were there too. And I know you were there because I was fucking there and I saw you. And right now I’m a woman in STEM and desperately trying to get as many kids out of the Devil’s Sacrament as possible. You, however. You’re walking around pretending to be an innocent victimized angel. Fucking Hamilton-ass bitch.

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I need to bleach my eyes

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Tired, Langston Hughes

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The question is, as a woman in STEM, do I like or dislike Umbrella Academy?

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one of these days I’m going to turn everyone into various flora in the local biome using my serial killer magic and then you’ll all be sorry

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She wanted something gentler than survival — something like peace.

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horses resting from human hypocrisy

you tell me you want freedom

for everyone and

to freely be yourself

you say you don’t want to be controlled

and no one should control anyone - ever

what if i told you

when you hypocritically rode me to

“Get off my back”

Would you?

©️ August 2025 Much Love, Deb Poems

Source: horses resting from human hypocrisy

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We talk a lot about abusers that are terrifying but there is another subset of abusers that keep you trapped by being selectively pathetic. They will do horrid things, just like the terrifying ones, but their escape sabotage will not be them threatening or trapping you, but making you feel intensely, overwhelmingly sorry for them, to the point where your own compassion for them will stop you from walking out.

These abusers will break down and beg at your feet to not leave. They'll give you promises of infinite fake futures you can have together, promises of change and love, while also telling you how much they love you and believe in you and want to be better for you. It's not a kind of thing a person can easily walk away from, it would be the equivalent of walking out on a crying child who is looking at you like you're their only surviving parent and they're begging you not to abandon them. It pulls on your heart strings to the point where you'd feel like a monster if you left.

So you suspend your disbelief and get emotional and end up either feeling sorry or crying together with the abuser, because you're overwhelmed, you can no longer think logically, you want it to be true, you want someone who cares for you to the point of crying and begging to keep you.

Only it's just a tactic of escape prevention. That entire performance is there just to stop you from leaving. The second your stay is guaranteed, the abuse continues. It never ends, and it only gets better to the point of you believing that there's effort being made. It's all an act, and you can tell by the fact that they know when they can safely drop it and still force you to stay.

They are as dangerous as the terrifying abusers, because they can keep you in abuse just as long, they damage you just as badly, and on top of it, you can feel like you're the one who participated in making that choice, in staying. Because there might have been nothing physically stopping you from leaving; they used emotional road blocks, psychological traps for you to fall in the second you try. It wasn't your choice to stay, you were led into a situation where leaving is too painful, too devastating on your heart. You were manipulated into believing you're causing deadly pain to someone if you go.

It is difficult to see these people as dangerous because of how willing they are to be pathetic. You don't think crying and begging and pouring their vulnerabilities out constitutes a person dangerous to you. They can even oscillate between terrifying and pathetic to reassure you that they're harmless. We don't see begging as an abusive and threatening action, we see it as a last result, humiliating and painful consequences of their own actions, it feels benign. It makes you believe if they could be forcing you, they wouldn't be reducing themselves to begging. But in this case, begging is forcing, it's getting them the same results without the police called on them.

For them begging is just a means to an end, they don't care about humiliation, they plan on giving you the pathetic episode before they've even started the abuse and mistreatment. They know they can get away with it and how far they can push you before they revert to pathetic to keep you. It is dangerous, it is a trap, and it is abuse. And the worst thing is, even if you do resist their begging, you can tell they might resort to the other extremes and threaten suicide or become aggressive. It's never about giving you choices, it's whatever it takes for them to have their way.

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There is no autism that makes white people unable to understand racism and when they're being racist. Please. Be serious with yourself and us.

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Okay as long as capitalism exists getting rid of the gingers won’t actually help us. We know this because just look at the “people” in California.

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If you have the right to vote you better fucking use it

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From Under the Rubble... I Write My Story 🌿

I never thought I would write these words… 😔

I never imagined waking up to endless screams,

Running barefoot through smoke and fire,

Searching for my mother among the rubble,

Only to find nothing but silence… a heavy silence telling me that no one will answer me anymore. 💔

In one moment, everything changed.

Our home became a memory, my mother’s embrace became the past,

And my father's face, now absent, is the last thing I hold in my memory.

They’re gone… and left my heart burdened with unspoken grief. 😢

But despite everything, we are still here… trying.

I survived with my younger siblings.

Yes, we survived… but who are we after survival?

Children without warmth, without a roof, with no place to return to.

We were displaced to an unknown place, carrying a bag empty of everything… except pain. 🥀

We slept in the open, waking every morning to a life that holds nothing for us,

But despite everything… we keep trying. 💪

I write to you today not to cry, but to ask for hope. 🌱

I ask you to be a small light in this vast darkness,

To extend a hand that can mend what the war has broken in us.

Your donation will give my siblings a chance to sleep safely,

It will provide us with food, shelter, and maybe even a new beginning. 💖

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #586 )✅️

Any amount, no matter how small, is big for us

It’s a prayer, it’s love, it’s life. 🌟

In conclusion...

From my heart, and from the hearts of my little siblings,

Thank you to everyone who has donated,

Thank you to everyone who has read,

Thank you to everyone who has shared.

You are the proof that goodness does not die, and that humanity has no boundaries. 💚

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From Under the Rubble... I Write My Story 🌿

I never thought I would write these words… 😔

I never imagined waking up to endless screams,

Running barefoot through smoke and fire,

Searching for my mother among the rubble,

Only to find nothing but silence… a heavy silence telling me that no one will answer me anymore. 💔

In one moment, everything changed.

Our home became a memory, my mother’s embrace became the past,

And my father's face, now absent, is the last thing I hold in my memory.

They’re gone… and left my heart burdened with unspoken grief. 😢

But despite everything, we are still here… trying.

I survived with my younger siblings.

Yes, we survived… but who are we after survival?

Children without warmth, without a roof, with no place to return to.

We were displaced to an unknown place, carrying a bag empty of everything… except pain. 🥀

We slept in the open, waking every morning to a life that holds nothing for us,

But despite everything… we keep trying. 💪

I write to you today not to cry, but to ask for hope. 🌱

I ask you to be a small light in this vast darkness,

To extend a hand that can mend what the war has broken in us.

Your donation will give my siblings a chance to sleep safely,

It will provide us with food, shelter, and maybe even a new beginning. 💖

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #586 )✅️

Any amount, no matter how small, is big for us

It’s a prayer, it’s love, it’s life. 🌟

In conclusion...

From my heart, and from the hearts of my little siblings,

Thank you to everyone who has donated,

Thank you to everyone who has read,

Thank you to everyone who has shared.

You are the proof that goodness does not die, and that humanity has no boundaries. 💚

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We love you babyboo!!!

my lovely sun

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