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so i'll buck up and **** in my tears go to sleep leaving all unexpressed i'll have visions of people i love dying and wake up again, tired and depressed when it's all snuffed out and my memory's gone not an inch of this sorrow will remain nor the fear, the despair, regret love or care i'll be nothing, nonexistent again how many years have i wasted now wondering what it will feel like at the end? how many times will i have this talk with myself, how much time will i spend incoherent with pain? unsure if i'm sane? convinced i can feel something growing in my brain? as the candle snuffs out, will i scream, will i shout, or go quietly, clammed up in shame? my time here is limited like anyone else just repeating the cycle the rise and the fall the intake, the breath spent bemoaning where days went wishing i'd done anything at all my love is unsaid my hand safely distant because even though i'll be gone in an instant i can't stand to think that my feelings will show or my love will be known or be witnessed so i'll buck up and **** in my tears go to sleep leaving all unexpressed just imagine the touch of the people i love and wake up again, tired and depressed
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Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 12:13 PM UTC
about dying
so i'll buck up and **** in my tears go to sleep leaving all unexpressed i'll have visions of people i love dying and wake up again, tired and depressed when it's all snuffed out and my memory's gone not an inch of this sorrow will remain nor the fear, the despair, regret love or care i'll be nothing, nonexistent again how many years have i wasted now wondering what it will feel like at the end? how many times will i have this talk with myself, how much time will i spend incoherent with pain? unsure if i'm sane? convinced i can feel something growing in my brain? as the candle snuffs out, will i scream, will i shout, or go quietly, clammed up in shame? my time here is limited like anyone else just repeating the cycle the rise and the fall the intake, the breath spent bemoaning where days went wishing i'd done anything at all my love is unsaid my hand safely distant because even though i'll be gone in an instant i can't stand to think that my feelings will show or my love will be known or be witnessed so i'll buck up and **** in my tears go to sleep leaving all unexpressed just imagine the touch of the people i love and wake up again, tired and depressed
a quick one about existential crises and not knowing how to love properly
#death#life#touch#love#sleep#end
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Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 12:13 PM UTC
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