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It's a strange reget I fear, that I might look back on my years, and regret that I'd been kind, when finally comes my time. That I might look back and revere the times when I was selfish. And well, this was never meant to be a contest of who was kindest, I think in my absense of mind just pottering around, avoiding the risk of being a bad memory from another human being, but in this incessant kindness, I worry that I'm seeing an increasing list of costs and a shrinking window of feelings and asking in a voice quiet enough to never be heard, I ask the world, "have I been heard?" I am no ********** of gilded sentiments. Purchasing my fortune in currencies of kind words. Settling my debts to the harbinger and the reaper by my endeavor to never been seen alike them. I seek the gentle will of the world we built by calling blindly for salvation within a nation of those who cannot see and hoping that they'll somehow see me, If I devote my life to being something someone else should have been.
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Apr 23, 2025
Apr 23, 2025 at 1:59 PM UTC
Be Blind in Kind
It's a strange reget I fear, that I might look back on my years, and regret that I'd been kind, when finally comes my time. That I might look back and revere the times when I was selfish. And well, this was never meant to be a contest of who was kindest, I think in my absense of mind just pottering around, avoiding the risk of being a bad memory from another human being, but in this incessant kindness, I worry that I'm seeing an increasing list of costs and a shrinking window of feelings and asking in a voice quiet enough to never be heard, I ask the world, "have I been heard?" I am no ********** of gilded sentiments. Purchasing my fortune in currencies of kind words. Settling my debts to the harbinger and the reaper by my endeavor to never been seen alike them. I seek the gentle will of the world we built by calling blindly for salvation within a nation of those who cannot see and hoping that they'll somehow see me, If I devote my life to being something someone else should have been.
A stream of thought connected to my recent feelings.
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32/M/England
Apr 23, 2025
Apr 23, 2025 at 1:59 PM UTC
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