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Hello, I've come to talk with you about me again. The past will always be ahead, the things you've done, the things you've said, the thread you've spun. Even if the overcharged words are spouted from up high, they don't inspire herds, they're content with a sigh. I've wished I was and never did countless times before. And every time I hid, I cut it all and more. I watch men and think, why would you do ... I stare down and sink into the pain of me too. If there is just one task we've all been given, it might be to sift our judgment through, to crawl from beneath and back to living, by making up what was lied and what is true.
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Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 6:04 PM UTC
A massive burden
Hello, I've come to talk with you about me again. The past will always be ahead, the things you've done, the things you've said, the thread you've spun. Even if the overcharged words are spouted from up high, they don't inspire herds, they're content with a sigh. I've wished I was and never did countless times before. And every time I hid, I cut it all and more. I watch men and think, why would you do ... I stare down and sink into the pain of me too. If there is just one task we've all been given, it might be to sift our judgment through, to crawl from beneath and back to living, by making up what was lied and what is true.
We've all got a jar of bugs buried somewhere.
Daan
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Belgian
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 6:04 PM UTC
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