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it has been a while since my little self, hidden, felt safe— beyond comprehension’s schematic structure, deep within, where all that is becomes understood. where your words are felt, where your expressions cause a melt— a sudden, radical acceptance. your self-established mantle of significance… my little self has lost its worth. in your eyes, it matters no more that human I am, experiencing life just as you do, just as it flows, as it nears the ultimate axis— as winds and tides, as gravity itself. we are alike in our search for the unfathomable, a place of serenity, a longing for love and security. yet, adamant you remain in your complacency. it would have been better to die than to endure your unraveling, your disarranging— how your eyes burn with disregard, exposing your innermost self, enticing a taste for the misunderstood. deep within, where all that is—your little self— remains hidden, untouched by obligation, playing eternity’s game, choosing to be too lazy to care.
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Mar 23, 2025
Mar 23, 2025 at 10:43 AM UTC
infidel
it has been a while since my little self, hidden, felt safe— beyond comprehension’s schematic structure, deep within, where all that is becomes understood. where your words are felt, where your expressions cause a melt— a sudden, radical acceptance. your self-established mantle of significance… my little self has lost its worth. in your eyes, it matters no more that human I am, experiencing life just as you do, just as it flows, as it nears the ultimate axis— as winds and tides, as gravity itself. we are alike in our search for the unfathomable, a place of serenity, a longing for love and security. yet, adamant you remain in your complacency. it would have been better to die than to endure your unraveling, your disarranging— how your eyes burn with disregard, exposing your innermost self, enticing a taste for the misunderstood. deep within, where all that is—your little self— remains hidden, untouched by obligation, playing eternity’s game, choosing to be too lazy to care.
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Mar 23, 2025
Mar 23, 2025 at 10:43 AM UTC
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