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┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄ love is so easy to give, but receiving is hard when you have a fear of commitment. even then, you feel panic. panic, that rises. commitment from those past relationships hold you back. it m...

my feelings aren't valid I should just put them away because it makes me look selfish my feelings aren't valid they make me seem mean or weak because they're not glamorized my feelings aren't valid I don't need comfo...

愛 . . . ♡ ♢ ♧ ♤ ￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣ posted once before on the udnertale amino,, same . #featurethis #leaderreview #curatorreview ⠀⠀⠀⠀⋮𖤐⋮⠀⠀⠀⠀────────────── ⠀⠀ ⠀title ;; tale of warning. ⠀⠀⠀ start date ;; febur...

Seven shooting stars in one night. Two souls under the same fiery moonlight. Searching for what was bygone in twilight blight. We climb these disheavealed systems towards the smoke on the horizen, the burning promise land! We scoured so far on a journey of years, yet our hope became the trail of te...

This is a poem about creation from a Panetheistic and mystical view..it is my view of creation separate from the Judeo Christian version...God/Being has no gender but the title sounded better with a pronoun When God Opens his Eyes The chaotic blackness Velvet silence erring away I...

A red throne screams my name, nothing is the same. Who is the one to blame, that sanity went insane? A melody of silence, questions any existence, silences any presence. Heartbeat's died to be timeless. An emptiness left to see, to feel. In the darkest will, grows the biggest thrill, only nothingn...

◦۪۪̥࣭࣮ࣴ :evergreen_tree: Skipping throughout these dense woods Hand in hand We carry a body Through no man's land ◦۪۪̥࣭࣮ࣴ :hocho: The deadweight drags behind us In my clutched fist is a crimson stained knife I do not feel guilt, After taki...

:airplane: ᭭ັ̫▨꫶ོ༘᭫꙲ Soaring through the cotton candy sky  As clouds dissolve into thin air.  We soar higher.  ༘Ꭷ ཻུ۪۪ Building lights blink continuously. Excitement is rushing through me But I was naive and lost my sight. ༘Ꭷ ཻུ۪۪ It was o...

────🛸°·ꯥ̣ꩍ   I fall into a dark hole of hysteria. Daylight escapes my grasp.  Hope has crippled into hopelessness.  •.̇𖥨֗  I feel as if I am drowning in an enclosed tank.  Instinctively gasping...

🏷ฺּ໋࣯ࣨ   It's your choice.  But instead you'd rather sit back,  And watch my world burn into a crisp, Taking everything with it 🏷ฺּ໋࣯ࣨ   Out of control.  Everything is acceptable to you.  It's your choice.  Yet you do nothing to intercept it. ...

It’s a cry for help, They said, Being so quite. Head always down reading, Or writing. Not much can be said, When your mind is the one you are talking to. Im alone, In a sense. But, I have someone who understands, And that's myself. I can always count on mysel...