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Georgianavrn
Ironically I've been thinking about you lately. Not obsessively. Just the way a song comes back before you remember its name. Bad Omens, a crowded room, I asked you to put it on. Nothing special. Then we met again. Same room. Same people. This time you played it first. That's when I should have known. We talked. Shy at first, then something opened the kind of open I'd stopped believing in. Until the 13th. we should break up sorry I don't see you that way You could have said it sooner. Before the kiss, at least. But I wasn't honest either. I told you my heart belonged to the sky. To no one. And then I stayed. So maybe the real lie wasn't yours it was me, pretending I knew how to leave. Somewhere between a song and a second meeting, I forgot I was supposed to. It wasn't just you. It wasn't just me. Just something neither of us knew how to hold or let go.
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Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 4:08 AM UTC
the 13th
Apparently, I am too young to know if I can love someone, but I am old enough to choose the career of my life. No one ever told me that I should use my free will just to listen to the crowd. Is that what it means to be human? Just a copy of one another? Nothing more? I hope you are still believing in hope and kindness, without knowing you are the lucky one.
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Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 4:08 AM UTC
Figure it out yourself
to be fair I will never find the right words to describe this feeling like when a little kid is asking you, "are you an angel?" and you obviously say no, because you know you are nothing more than a monster and then the kid says, "Of course you are. Mum said that angels harm themselves because they don't like life on Earth. This world is destroying them, so they are trying to return to paradise again. they are too sensitive to the pain of others and their own." I've wanted to say that I don't believe in paradise, and that the world is making scars on your body because the world is mean, and this makes you end up being mean to yourself. but at the same time, the world can be there for you without you expecting it, in the most beautiful way so I just told him that his mum is very wise and I got, "thank you. she's also an angel, but she already returned home.
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Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 4:07 AM UTC
Can Angels Survive Here?
Nobody tells you that losing someone can be heavier than you ever thought no one prepares you for that moment or how it lingers without asking permission that was when my father died but this story is not about that or maybe it is in a way I don’t fully admit maybe it’s about how I ended up here in Sacramento with my aunt and my uncle who are Jehovah’s Witnesses that thing with paradise and no birthdays or Christmas sometime after I arrived they suggested I should go to be fair I didn’t really have a choice we went to a meeting I thought it would be boring and to be fair it was until she caught my attention red hair and eyes that looked like they had too much life in them for a room like that after the meeting I thought we could go home but no people love to talk so I went outside and there she was sitting beside me her name was Marike a strange name for a girl like her then we kept meeting at school at the library and obviously at the meetings then one day she asked me if I wanted to come to dinner with her family and of course why would I say no and here I am at her door waiting the dinner was great but before it they said a prayer and I kept my eyes open and so did she after that she said what if I stayed over without realizing a feeling grew inside me slowly but I decided to stay and the next morning I found her with my glasses on her nose I’m not going to say I’ve never seen such beauty it would sound too plastic too unoriginal so here’s what really happened I just smiled like an idiot and waited for my glasses for a while our lives were good you know until people start noticing you might have feelings for someone before you even know it yourself then the rules appeared if I wanted to hang out with her I had to do religious stuff so I did until one night after the Bible study we walked home together and out of the blue she asked me if I wanted to pray with her at first I said no but something made me change my mind so I listened she held my hands like they were something fragile after she finished slowly she kissed me so fast I didn’t even realize when it happened I felt like I could finally live but like I said when people start to notice it only gets worse the next few days I didn’t see her until the meeting where my heart broke in pieces because next year she was supposed to get married to some guy she didn’t even know, but was her choice, after all, all she ever wanted was to keep me safe so I left back home because my mom was somehow feeling better and the years passed without me realizing it but I knew my heart was still in Sacramento and somehow life brought me back there so I saw her again but this time she hugged me and I asked “not gonna let me go?”
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Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 1:31 PM UTC
You can live forever, they said
Nobody tells you that losing someone can be heavier than you ever thought no one prepares you for that moment or how it lingers without asking permission that was when my father died but this story is not about that or maybe it is in a way I don’t fully admit maybe it’s about how I ended up here in Sacramento with my aunt and my uncle who are Jehovah’s Witnesses that thing with paradise and no birthdays or Christmas sometime after I arrived they suggested I should go to be fair I didn’t really have a choice we went to a meeting I thought it would be boring and to be fair it was until she caught my attention red hair and eyes that looked like they had too much life in them for a room like that after the meeting I thought we could go home but no people love to talk so I went outside and there she was sitting beside me her name was Marike a strange name for a girl like her then we kept meeting at school at the library and obviously at the meetings then one day she asked me if I wanted to come to dinner with her family and of course why would I say no and here I am at her door waiting the dinner was great but before it they said a prayer and I kept my eyes open and so did she after that she said what if I stayed over without realizing a feeling grew inside me slowly but I decided to stay and the next morning I found her with my glasses on her nose I’m not going to say I’ve never seen such beauty it would sound too plastic too unoriginal so here’s what really happened I just smiled like an idiot and waited for my glasses for a while our lives were good you know until people start noticing you might have feelings for someone before you even know it yourself then the rules appeared if I wanted to hang out with her I had to do religious stuff so I did until one night after the Bible study we walked home together and out of the blue she asked me if I wanted to pray with her at first I said no but something made me change my mind so I listened she held my hands like they were something fragile after she finished slowly she kissed me so fast I didn’t even realize when it happened I felt like I could finally live but like I said when people start to notice it only gets worse the next few days I didn’t see her until the meeting where my heart broke in pieces because next year she was supposed to get married to some guy she didn’t even know, but was her choice, after all, all she ever wanted was to keep me safe so I left back home because my mom was somehow feeling better and the years passed without me realizing it but I knew my heart was still in Sacramento and somehow life brought me back there so I saw her again but this time she hugged me and I asked “not gonna let me go?”
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it’s hard to be brave enough not just for me, or you, but for life itself to be ready for it because you stopped believing in yourself, in people, in fate becoming noise in a crowd nothing special but are we ever special at all? they say let your soul speak then what would mine say? that I’m good, a dreamer, a believer, kind? or the cruel truth that I’m selfish, a hypocrite, something unbelievable maybe I’ll never know how to be more than just human
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Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 1:29 PM UTC
what my soul would say?
one day you will meet someone that will talk about the world as if they lived thousands of lives and they will show you another perspective, making you question everything you know they will describe things in words you’ve never heard before, but it will sound so beautiful coming from them then someday you will look up at the stars and then at them, discovering that everybody else is so different feeling something you’ve never felt, knowing your mind lost control learning new things, and maybe that person will come sooner or later, changing what you were before like a feral rose blooming in a garden
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Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 1:29 PM UTC
a different sky
I am lost because all I have is nothing. Even my soul ran away from being. I don’t know who, what, or where I am supposed to be. Just living without a purpose. Am I lost? Where have you been? “Just find it and end it.” And the voices are back, but I am scared of them. Or is it just me that I am scared of, for what I’ve done? Let mercy come and give me another chance... just one... to live one more time, for the last time.
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Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 11:22 AM UTC
am I lost?
we pick the stars to guide us somewhere, or to make a wish, building hope but to be fair, i am hopeless neither the stars nor i ever make a decision until, some time ago, not long ago, when i was on my own she found me the night was bright, my soul was lost, and she was beautiful, shining, almost enough to give me hope almost i didn’t know she was waiting for me, so i pushed her away and still, she followed i was surprised knowing that i am everyone’s option, but never chosen and still, she chose me why? great question i don’t know either but since then, i’ve found a direction in the unknown
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Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 11:22 AM UTC
Somehow, She Chose Me
the story I am going to tell has been told before, too many times to count, and every time it changes shape, like it remembers itself wrong on purpose. I never knew how to start this properly, so I’ll start with Kit. Some would call Kit young and reckless. I would call Kit too aware for a world that prefers people a little blind. Still, just a teenager with ordinary dreams and the usual quiet hope that things might actually mean something. Then Kit met Iris. People said her eyes looked like they held too much sky in them, like blue wasn’t enough word for it. At first, they were just two names in the same space. Then they became something else without noticing when it happened. For a while, it was simple. Almost unfairly so. Then Iris changed. Not suddenly. Not loudly. Just slowly, like light leaving a room when no one is watching closely enough. And Kit noticed too late. After that, time started breaking. Kit woke up again and again in versions of the same life. Same faces, same moments, same ending wearing different details. Every time, Iris slipped away anyway. At first, Kit fought it. Then begged it. Then learned the pattern. And in the end, Kit stopped trying to win. One night, Kit wrote a letter. “Iris, If you’re reading this, it means I failed again. Or maybe I finally understood. I don’t know if you will remember me, or if I was ever meant to be remembered at all. But I loved you in every version of this life. And in every version, you moved further away from me. I tried to change it. I really did. Every time, something worse followed. So I stopped trying to hold on. Not because I stopped loving you, but because I couldn’t keep surviving the cost of it. If there is a version where you are safe, where you can live without the world breaking around you, then I choose that. Even if it means I don’t stay.” Kit Kit was gone before morning arrived. And somewhere, the letter still reached Iris. She read it like a memory she couldn’t fully access. Like something important had been lost before she ever had the chance to hold it properly. And the world kept going anyway.
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Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 11:22 AM UTC
Every Version of You
the story I am going to tell has been told before, too many times to count, and every time it changes shape, like it remembers itself wrong on purpose. I never knew how to start this properly, so I’ll start with Kit. Some would call Kit young and reckless. I would call Kit too aware for a world that prefers people a little blind. Still, just a teenager with ordinary dreams and the usual quiet hope that things might actually mean something. Then Kit met Iris. People said her eyes looked like they held too much sky in them, like blue wasn’t enough word for it. At first, they were just two names in the same space. Then they became something else without noticing when it happened. For a while, it was simple. Almost unfairly so. Then Iris changed. Not suddenly. Not loudly. Just slowly, like light leaving a room when no one is watching closely enough. And Kit noticed too late. After that, time started breaking. Kit woke up again and again in versions of the same life. Same faces, same moments, same ending wearing different details. Every time, Iris slipped away anyway. At first, Kit fought it. Then begged it. Then learned the pattern. And in the end, Kit stopped trying to win. One night, Kit wrote a letter. “Iris, If you’re reading this, it means I failed again. Or maybe I finally understood. I don’t know if you will remember me, or if I was ever meant to be remembered at all. But I loved you in every version of this life. And in every version, you moved further away from me. I tried to change it. I really did. Every time, something worse followed. So I stopped trying to hold on. Not because I stopped loving you, but because I couldn’t keep surviving the cost of it. If there is a version where you are safe, where you can live without the world breaking around you, then I choose that. Even if it means I don’t stay.” Kit Kit was gone before morning arrived. And somewhere, the letter still reached Iris. She read it like a memory she couldn’t fully access. Like something important had been lost before she ever had the chance to hold it properly. And the world kept going anyway.
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you know sometimes people grow apart without noticing it or worse, not even realizing it at all am I right? then that happened to us now, and maybe forever? like, are we done? already? after so much time who am I trying to lie to? 8 months doesn't mean that much or maybe it did mean something the moments when I thought we were happy we laughed or we were just together I know I am not easy, trust I know I am a horrible person you don't have to say it and to be fair, I am not kind at all I am selfish and maybe too much but here I am with voices in my head louder and louder just because of me "what can I say?" a sentence with so many memories that I can't say out loud I want to be honest, but I can't I tried to be brave but I can't do that because all I do is push people away in different ways or maybe I am just scared because I can't handle anything at all I am sorry that I can't be the right way sorry for avoiding being with you when you needed me sorry for the stupid things I said when you needed support I try to find the right words and maybe even that is not enough because I want to say so many things but none of them feels right but one question is still in my mind are you still my friend at all?
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Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 11:19 AM UTC
a letter to a friend