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These pleads for help only end up with emotions filled with Sorrow I wonder at times will it ever feel so warm that I forget about everything in between these nights get darker and every so lonely but with each breath comes a sense of relief knowing I grow closer to dawn and by 4 it's only me and my lord alone speaking the city dead asleep yet I and whoever it may be alone awake sensing our own existence

Here i sit broken hearted came to shit but only farted

I know i can do things if i wanted to. The thought's there, but the action isn't. Its like i want to grab that glass of water, brush my teeth, but i just don't. Maybe i just don't want to. Maybe I'm content i. This stillness, in this quiet defiance. So why am i still like this? The only rational conclusion i can come to, is that I'm choosing to stay like this. My actions are my own, I'm not going to pretend like they aren't. I'm not gonna sit here and pretend that I'm struggling, that I'm pitiful. I know i can do the things i need to do, but I'm not. Maybe back then it was bad. Maybe it was really bad back then. But it isn't that bad anymore. Maybe i just don't care about enough about myself to do these things. Maybe I'm just lazy. I'm not stuck to my bed, i could walk and go to places. I could take care of myself if i wanted to. If i pity myself for the actions I'm willingly choosing to do, then the only solution is to choose different actions.

Byee

Bye y'all

Imma delete my account

found comfort in sadness now i feel wrong when im happy

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