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Lost as I remember not 1 guiding hand rather the push of many lost ones. Happiness, depression, delusion time and time again. Fallin for the tricks and traps of life, my silly brain cannot keep up. Part of a 1% I declare myself, still in delusion though — what isn’t a delusion? No 2 souls are the same. Interesting is what makes me lame.I just keep moving, swimming on. I cannot stop, only can I let myself struggle. Rest I cannot — it’s the fear that’ll just stop. 2 steps forward and 1 step back.I feel like I’ve seen it all, nothing could surprise me anymore. Felt this way for a while but I’m only 18 years old. Times I’m surprised, I admit — lost in the loops looking for facts, chasing answers that are always so lost that there right in front of me. The wise man's blind
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Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 8:34 AM UTC
The wise man's blind
Lost as I remember not 1 guiding hand rather the push of many lost ones. Happiness, depression, delusion time and time again. Fallin for the tricks and traps of life, my silly brain cannot keep up. Part of a 1% I declare myself, still in delusion though — what isn’t a delusion? No 2 souls are the same. Interesting is what makes me lame.I just keep moving, swimming on. I cannot stop, only can I let myself struggle. Rest I cannot — it’s the fear that’ll just stop. 2 steps forward and 1 step back.I feel like I’ve seen it all, nothing could surprise me anymore. Felt this way for a while but I’m only 18 years old. Times I’m surprised, I admit — lost in the loops looking for facts, chasing answers that are always so lost that there right in front of me. The wise man's blind
i was in my feels i hope this finds who needs it love u
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Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 8:34 AM UTC
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