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I'm not quite sure, where to go from here. This season is ending, an old chapter being replaced, by something terrifyingly, new. The thing about me, I hate change, not how I hate bugs, or my mother, but more so how I hate losing people, how I hate being replaced. how I hate guessing at the unknown
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May 15
May 15, 2026 at 11:37 AM UTC
The Terrifying Depths Of Tomorrow
I'm not quite sure, where to go from here. This season is ending, an old chapter being replaced, by something terrifyingly, new. The thing about me, I hate change, not how I hate bugs, or my mother, but more so how I hate losing people, how I hate being replaced. how I hate guessing at the unknown
Things don't seem to bad, until I realize I have to do this again, over and over, until the day I die.
#change#fear#scared#season#new#old#lost#found
AbruisedBrokenThing
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16/F/Anywhere but here
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 11:37 AM UTC
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