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it’s okay to be in love with the dying light spending your evenings away from reality things that make you forget about burning and while the lasting memory haunts you it’s cold embrace feels right the just emotional whirlwind that feels pure fuels your sense of being time erodes away its value but sometimes its strength transforms i want to hold my former self tell him that life is going to be painful but he can be stronger to make him understand isolation is chosen alienation is given stagnation isn’t a confine to misery virtuosity isn’t fulfilling and sometimes the pawn’s value outweighs the king and to live in the shadow of your own worth is a disgrace to one’s own constant growth
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Dec 11, 2021
Dec 11, 2021 at 8:38 PM UTC
therapy is a scam
it’s okay to be in love with the dying light spending your evenings away from reality things that make you forget about burning and while the lasting memory haunts you it’s cold embrace feels right the just emotional whirlwind that feels pure fuels your sense of being time erodes away its value but sometimes its strength transforms i want to hold my former self tell him that life is going to be painful but he can be stronger to make him understand isolation is chosen alienation is given stagnation isn’t a confine to misery virtuosity isn’t fulfilling and sometimes the pawn’s value outweighs the king and to live in the shadow of your own worth is a disgrace to one’s own constant growth
transformation strength feels right isolation self value stagnation
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27/M/New York
Dec 11, 2021
Dec 11, 2021 at 8:38 PM UTC
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