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solace

Even just 2 years ago,

 

All I ever did was try to find comfort in solace.

 

Trying to hide and run from the truth cause i was to weak to bear it.

 

I did not grow stronger.

I am still addicted to the comfort of the lies i tell myself.

 

But my eyes grow ever more tired.

 

My heart pulses with agony deeper and deeper.

 

And my limbs are feeling more and more lethargic.

 

At this rate, I have no choice but to be haunted and crushed by the weight of my truth.

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M-Groen
17 / M
Published
May 23
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Once you start becoming aware of your own solace, you start to see how profoundly underused the term is.

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