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im barely breathing, suffering season.

    This is not written for the young or the light of heart, not for the tranquil species of men whose souls are content with the simple pleasures of family, church, or profession. Rather, I write to those beings like myself whose existence is compounded by lurid intermingling of the dark and the light; who can judge rationally and think with reason, yet who feel too keenly and churn with too great a passion; who have an incessant longing for happiness and yet are shadowed by a deep and persistent melancholy — those who grasp gratification where they may, but find no lasting comfort for the soul. — B.E Scully      ————————         Being a dreamer is enough.  No need for another dreamer to bring her to the skies. She needed an anchor to hold her down, But a part of her also wanted to drown.    Like an inflatable balloon,  breathing in helium was scary enough. She needed to stay grounded, But how low does she need to go?     Revert to the original, Back to where everything began. To stop

Ctrl+Z. Ctrl+Me.

"Just living is not enough", said the butterfly, "one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower."
— Hans Christian Andersen.

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you don't know how to let go.

sooner or later im gonna get anxious again.

all the roses dead.

i’m not suicidal.

now im somewhere far away from where i started with no point of return.

i’d rather be dead than not alive.

and you can kill the old me.

i might not wake up at all.

don't know if i should love you or leave you.