Growing Pains
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I’ve been down this road too many times before. It never ends well. Crashing and burning. Those too close become collateral damage. Alcohol doesn’t burn like it used to. Pills don’t have the same effect. Choking on cigarette smoke. Finally something to replace the pain. This damned burden of existence. They say dying is easy.
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I wish that love could save the broken ones. Like me. Like us. There’s nothing to fix. No one to save. It all ends. My strength means nothing. It can’t carry me through this time. Tragedy is too trite a word. To describe the loss of ones so beautiful. So damned. So loved. And yet
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*Note: This post is from exactly one month ago. My dreams have been more memorable since lockdown began in March. Lately, I’ve been having the most vivid dreams. They often start off pleasant then devolve into nightmares. Two nights ago I dreamt that I was on a date with my boyfriend but we were in
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My life has changed drastically in the past year due to illness. The pain that I’ve felt has slowly increased to the point where there are days that I can barely function. The only option at this point is surgery, or so the doctor tells me. I’m just tired of not being able to live
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Her eyes were ember colored. They pierced me with an intensity that has never been replicated. It was nice to be seen for the first time and it felt as though she really saw me. She laughed at my jokes, jokingly punched me in the arm, and put her head on my shoulder as we
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I haven’t written here in a while and I mean truly written how I feel. Maybe this is part of the growing up process. I am no longer as dependent on social media to give me a sense of worth and belonging. I have spent fourteen years on social media trying to “find my tribe”
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You were one of the most surreal years of my entire life. January was full of sadness and anticipation for February. February was exciting and disappointing. March and April were for recovery. May saw a complete turn around. A wedding, graduation, and a new relationship. June was chaotic with a moment of complete bliss thrown in for good
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To the boy with the tired eyes, I hope that you find the success that you’re looking for because you’re killing yourself slowly, kid. You couldn’t handle everything in your life so it all just crashed around you. I never wanted to be one of the things that added stress to your life but I
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This is me on the precipice of the edge. Anxiety slowly creeping through my veins. Exhaustion reaching an all-time high. My eyes can barely open. The filter replicates an ethereal atmosphere. A person trapped in between dreaming and waking. This is me shutting myself off from “reality.” The views don’t matter. The likes don’t matter.
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I really don’t know what to say because I feel the constant stress of sounding profound. Every moment has to be curated in this age of instant gratification and constant updates. I feel outdated and I’m only 25. The newer models are already taking the floor when I haven’t even been sold. That’s what life
Trapped In The Margins 