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Dear reader ,

Living is a tiresome game. I'm not talking about the hardships or the tough times, but the act of living itself. I can feel every breath as a weary heave escaping my lungs; every heartbeat is a loud thud echoing in my ears. Every step is heavy as I drag my limp weight through this world. My body feels like clunky machinery that should be retired to the landfill. Every thought, every feeling, every word feels wrong,so wrong.

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Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies

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Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies

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love elizabeth s.

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How do I explain it,

that thread of sadness

woven through my existence

that unyielding weight

of dragging your limps

with unstoppable resistance

How do I explain it,

the change in color

Like that fading star

that once shined like no other

how the pink bled into blue

now everything is grey

And I have no clue

how on earth could I explain it to you.

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now I'm tall enough

to spit out the poison you fed me

to aim the daggers at your heart

and watch you scree

your hatred is my hatred

our giref haunting this house

it was yours before it became mine

with my spine and lungs ,it intertwined

Here I stand again

so tall ,yet so small

if I'm old enough now

why do I still crawl

in my own blood

asking to be loved?

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“The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die.”

— Juliette Lewis

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Whimsigothic Tile Moodboard

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i wasn’t strong enough to survive.

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Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova: Reed; from ‘The Sentence’, tr. Judith Hemschemeyer

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the night was here

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Charles Bukowski, "hurry slowly," from Come On In!

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stories where the past is a wound that refuses to heal