for a Soldier who has always been to War,
peace feels like the worst kind of Torture.
it is the Loud Silence of comfort.
a Constant, Creeping whisper -
Waiting for the next Bomb to Drop.
it is a Flinch at every quiet Noise,
even your loved one turning a doorknob
is a Gun being Cocked.
when you have never experienced safety,
the Trauma of Battle becomes home.
it is a familiar Hell -
the navigation a map of Scars.
i wonder often, are they Scared of peace?
they never wished for War.
they were Involuntary Dragged to Doom.
but now, the calm is a Void -
and the ceasefire a Siren.
always expecting the next Attack -
the Tension and Misery,
it feels safer than being Unprepared
for a peace that might not last.
Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 5:24 PM UTC
"I love you"
it hurts to know that you consider this true -
the "you", it isn't Me;
it's merely who i seem to be
do you know me beyond my Support?
would you still "love" me if I cOuldn't be there?
the answer is no, but blaming you wouldn't be fair;
it's not your fault that your image of me is contoRt
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i feel guilty for not showing the Real me -
i feel lonelY, but it's as if i was supposed to be.
even if i don't seem to be true
the real truth is that i'm the one who loves you.
Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 1:08 PM UTC
I will run marathons when I grow up
When I watch runners, I'm in awe
I imagine how free they must feel, how proud at the finish line
I have started training
It's going well
i mean - i'm getting better
still, i'm so far away -
very far to be fair
will i ever be good enough?
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I want to run marathons when I grow up
other children mock me for how unsportive i am
sometimes i don't feel good enough for my parents - they say that i could do it if i weren't so lazy
so i run every day until my Muscles Burn.
I Ignore the Stinging Pain.
I run after school.
even at night.
Constantly with the goal in My mind.
I need to go Faster. Longer. just Improve.
i'm not good enough.
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my body Hurts.
i'm Exhausted.
the Pressure Crushes.
no - i can't Stop, not yet.
i Slow down.
my legs Tremble.
walking Hurts.
i'm Forced to rest.
is this really me?
no - this isn't me.
i'm no marathon runner.
i only ever wished to be.
i Despise myself for who i really am
my body - my mind - my Lack of discipline
resting feels like Guilt
Exhaustion deepens my Hatred
i feel Empty
i am a Failure.
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i wish i were Different.
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I wish to run marathons when I grow up.
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 10:41 AM UTC