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Would you accept me if you realized I was suicidal? Would you accept me if you realized I have trouble connecting with others? Would you accept me if you realized I have horrible anxiety? Would you accept me if you realized I struggle with depression? Would you accept me if you realized I was a woman? Would you accept me if you realized I was bisexual? Would you accept me if you realized I hate being alone? Would you accept me if you realized I hate being left out? Would you accept me if you realized I hate myself? Would you accept me if you realized I think others don’t like me? Would you accept me if you realized I have harmed myself before? Would you accept me if you realized I find it hard to make close friends? Would you accept me if you realized I wasn’t pretty? Would you accept me if you realized I procrastinate? Would you accept me if you realized I sleep at midnight every day? Would you accept me if you realized I have no plan for my future? Would you accept me if you realized I spend all day on my phone? Would you accept me if you realized I’m not perfect?
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Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 12:52 AM UTC
Pressure
I have a strange fascination with revenge bedtime procrastination fear of missing out won’t let me sleep til just shy of passing out yet still caught in the middle like a hen on a griddle on the roof with no fiddle perplexed by life’s riddle— betwixt betwiddle (Ahda bhada)
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Dec 29, 2025
Dec 29, 2025 at 4:24 PM UTC
Revenge Bedtime Procrastination
this kind of gluttony is no longer about food i’ve found a new way to consume unlimited, endless posts i get to see the world from my room check, refresh, swipe i’m on the verge of losing my mind, i feel trapped and i’m tired, but i still can’t stop FOMO, photos, and pho-to-shop i can feel my mind rot, and then my hearts stops, when i think about the time lost, it’s a never-ending rollercoaster that i can’t get off i tell myself 5 more minutes that turns into hours, so much content devoured… app to app, tweets to snaps laughter straight into tears, i’ve wasted so many years scrolling my own device is controlling me this is digital gluttony
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Dec 7, 2025
Dec 7, 2025 at 5:25 PM UTC
Digital gluttony
play your cards right and shoot yourself with a nerf gun for laughs. those cake crumbs and half-empty sprite cans won't last forever but those videos on the internet will. you were there tonight. (the party.) and i will be there tomorrow. (the films.) i was cleaning the house and writing the book will you be doing the homework and raking the leaves? am i missing out? are you missing out? is shooting yourself in the head ever fun? is disappearing in a horror film ever fun? is this feeling of the in-between the missing out on parties put on by people you aren't friends with is the wondering when you'll come home is the questioning when you'll text back is the adrenaline for when we'll realize ever ever fun?
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Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 11:43 PM UTC
dear november sweet sixteen
And then my first Friday passed no afters no alcohol no stuff to extend a high no calls no texts no decisions ... my brain sighed in relief my body fell to its knees praising "rest" for taking over "You don't have to"
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Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 2:40 AM UTC
4 MAGIC WORDS
Eyes are on you Stolen glances A chill air fills the room Their bodies turn away They turn to whisper You wish you could hear what they say As though the walls grew Thicker Closer You feel your legs turn to move Nearer to the exit In your mind Your invite has burned to ashes As you go to leave A sarcastic voice hums "Please stay, your presences matters"
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Aug 14, 2025
Aug 14, 2025 at 7:53 AM UTC
Pushed Out
From lots of laughter, splashing and playing, and sharing memories to it coming to an end.
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Jul 20, 2025
Jul 20, 2025 at 9:50 PM UTC
The End
Plotting a course toward destiny isn’t as romantic as it sounds. Some days, I feel like I’m walking on half-baked schemes rather than solid plans—improvising hope on cracked pavement. There’s a “field of dreams,” sure, but not the kind where the grass is greener. Instead, it’s overrun with the weeds of disappointment—unwelcome thoughts I have to keep plucking from my mind before they take root. As I try to find cover under the so-called tree of life, but even its shade feels uncomfortable. _Too warm. Too uncertain._ And rest doesn't come so easy when your thoughts are always so heavy. And tell me—if someone else’s life came with a perfect promo, _polished_ and _so promising_, would you still blame me for my __FOMO__? I mean, what if their dream life is the one I was supposed to live? What if I just missed the sign-up link? To catch myself trying to live out the picture of someone else’s success, because this life of mine? It’s painfully __YOLO__. And I try to keep my horses steady, but envy isn’t exactly a stable creature. It wears me down, day by day, like I’m stitched together by Polo—fashionable on the outside, but worn-out underneath. Failure, though? Now that’s the real villain. It doesn’t just sting— it lingers, like emotional __PTSD__. It makes you flinch at the idea of trying again, as if effort itself is a pointless punishment. And fingers? Oh, fingers love to point—especially at people who haven’t gotten far. But when it comes time to point out themselves, they suddenly feel too short. Still, I keep my fingers crossed, quietly hopeful I might achieve something real—_something I truly want as a need_. It’s a bright hope, exhausting in its intensity. But even in darkness, there’s always the flicker of a new light waiting to be found.
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Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 5:49 PM UTC
Shaky Footsteps on Greener Graves
Plotting a course toward destiny isn’t as romantic as it sounds. Some days, I feel like I’m walking on half-baked schemes rather than solid plans—improvising hope on cracked pavement. There’s a “field of dreams,” sure, but not the kind where the grass is greener. Instead, it’s overrun with the weeds of disappointment—unwelcome thoughts I have to keep plucking from my mind before they take root. As I try to find cover under the so-called tree of life, but even its shade feels uncomfortable. _Too warm. Too uncertain._ And rest doesn't come so easy when your thoughts are always so heavy. And tell me—if someone else’s life came with a perfect promo, _polished_ and _so promising_, would you still blame me for my __FOMO__? I mean, what if their dream life is the one I was supposed to live? What if I just missed the sign-up link? To catch myself trying to live out the picture of someone else’s success, because this life of mine? It’s painfully __YOLO__. And I try to keep my horses steady, but envy isn’t exactly a stable creature. It wears me down, day by day, like I’m stitched together by Polo—fashionable on the outside, but worn-out underneath. Failure, though? Now that’s the real villain. It doesn’t just sting— it lingers, like emotional __PTSD__. It makes you flinch at the idea of trying again, as if effort itself is a pointless punishment. And fingers? Oh, fingers love to point—especially at people who haven’t gotten far. But when it comes time to point out themselves, they suddenly feel too short. Still, I keep my fingers crossed, quietly hopeful I might achieve something real—_something I truly want as a need_. It’s a bright hope, exhausting in its intensity. But even in darkness, there’s always the flicker of a new light waiting to be found.
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My biggest fear was My loved ones, passing, dying I guess it’s because Being lonely is mortifying That was such a mindful Thing to be scared of Like I am forgetful But I never forget love Yet now I am afeared Frightened maybe They cheered I didn’t see I missed out I feel scared, but also mad That’s what this is about I am so afraid, it makes me sad It’s so selfish My biggest wish is to be happy I want to distinguish The world not being ****** And one of my deepest fears Is ending up like you My eyes filled with tears Not knowing what to do.
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Jul 16, 2025
Jul 16, 2025 at 3:56 AM UTC
I don’t wanna miss out.
You try your best, you really do- To be the friend anyone can run to. But, it seems you are just a spare, And no one is there to care.
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Mar 20, 2025
Mar 20, 2025 at 11:19 PM UTC
The "Spare" Friend
If loneliness were a drug, may I never overdose, If solitude were a dream, may I soon wake up. I long to find my ‘I open at the close’, If only in the social sphere, I could find my luck. I thought I was an introvert, and maybe I am I too need companionship though, and not just my fam. Don’t get me wrong, they’re my closest friends, Although, I too need someone who’d take me with them to run errands. I see people in my age group having fun, In that moment, I’m lonelier than the sun. If intimacy were the limit, may I pierce the sky, Heart filled with loneliness, may you never die. We yearn for companionship, but can’t force friendships, Who said I needed what costal cartilages are to the ribs? Someone to spend a day off with is all I seek, I want nothing more than to end this monotonous streak.
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Feb 12, 2025
Feb 12, 2025 at 1:28 AM UTC
INTROVERT BY CHOICE?
Everything has become so different in a couple of months, I have become the most beloved on all fronts. But the mere thought of getting married, Gives me goosebumps. My heart starts pounding, And my body becomes numb. But just to become Mrs. from Miss, I have to forego on all these? Life would be so much different, And every move so uncertain. Responsibilities that I never took as a daughter, Would be forced upon me, as a daughter-in-law. My complaining mother will have nothing to nag about, Seeing her daughter as punctual as a clock. All these thoughts fills me up with anxiety, That now I have to take care of a new set of relatives and a SOCIETY. Now everyone would expect me to become the nicest, But why they don't understand? I am still Daddy's little princess. Yeah i know, overthinking won't help, And even if i make any mistake, he willl be there to weld.
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Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 11:01 AM UTC
Journey from Miss to Mrs.
not emotions but my body freezing and falling asleep once again I found out last once again I feel left out it doesn't even hurt it doesn't bring me sadness it just exist and my body reacts to it but my brain shuts down my emotions turn off it's like I'm away from my body as it's not feeling anything
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Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 8:37 AM UTC
fomo
a whispered secret a knowing glance a random laugh a hidden joke i know i wasn’t there but i swear it wasn’t my fault so please stop making me feel so freaking left out. i’d rather be with you and i know it doesn’t seem like much but a shaky streaks a liked photo a viral tweet a funny video thanks for giving me a reason to give in to all this fomo.
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Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 10:58 PM UTC
f.o.m.o
Sunset grazing the horizon of my day Where has it gone? My heart in dismay The beauty escapes from the sides of my eyes While my heart beats faster and faster For the anticipation of the missing day. Of all the things I want to accomplish None of them done Would I be content if only I could halt To see the gratitude I yearn to express But can’t find a way among all the distress My chest crawls unreasonably Watching a beautiful day turning into night In contrast to my fear of missing out My hand stutters and I reach for stillness Although the wants seem so endless.
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Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 1:17 PM UTC
SUNSET
what time was it what was your age when you first found out that it's all just staged from their instagram account to their facebook page it's all just made up so they are not upstaged they exaggerate their life as their followers rose they take a hundred shots to get the perfect pose so don't get caught up in it you're not missing out these apps intend to create needs and to fill your life with doubt be aware as you scan your feeds it might be time to log-out repeat this line just as it reads i am not missing out
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Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 8:30 PM UTC
fomo
Gambling with Tarot cards, got The Devil in the palm of my hands with the edges creased, The Devils in the details and He knows me well, holding 3 6’s plus card #15 The Mark of The Beast, it’s when you’re the most up, that they want you to leave the least, it’s getting dangerous at the table, I’ve got the whole pie and every guy wants a piece, used to trade in seashells, now we’ve got black cards and private tables for us VIPs, and the lovely ladies know me well, like a pizza pie or birthday cake everyone wants a piece, it’s amazing what a few million will do, and I’m confident so I don’t need a crew, rolling solo till my cause of death reads “FOMO”, I mean if you had these opportunities/risks you’d take them too, which is why you can always find, me at the table all in with my chips out, no kids no wife no significant other, so I’m spending it all on whichever chics has her **** out, a conscious writer but still in a man’s body, so how you like me now, no Toby Keith or kobe beef, just these og vegetables, but I’m not what I eat, I’m so much more, and I’m not a meet and greet, nor a mall because I’ve got much more in store, so please pass the drinks por favor, in Colombia with a straw and some Coca-Cola, drinking so much I feel like the Drink King, drinking like a Drink King, listening to Drake sing his song “Controlla”, in real life no real wife, I mean I really know Drake, but anyways I’m not here to get distracted, so let me backtrack to the point I was trying to make, which is that it’s tough to stay vicious, when blessed with the gifts that so many wish to have, which is sorta suspicious gift the fact that the 6 is, a card that appears 6 times in the Tarot deck’s stack, Six of Wands 6 of Swords, Six of Cups Six of Pentacles, 6 to represent the card of The Lovers, Tarot decks reflect my self we’re both collectibles, only difference is with me there’s only one, maybe that’s why they offer everything in exchange for only my time, “Here take this money take these drugs take these luxuries!”, “Take anything that will at least be a chance for me to call you mine!”, says many Ones often but they are mistaken, because I can’t be there’s I’m not even mine, I am no one’s I am no thing, I am only a part of The Whole which is The Divine, and I know all this, I know that I’ve been bestowed with all these blessings, still I can’t help but fall victim to the sins within Man, which is why I see you can find me at the table gambling things, gambling with Tarot cards, got The Devil in the palm of my hands with the edges creased, The Devils in the details and He knows me well, holding 3 6’s plus card #15 The Mark of The Beast… ∆ LaLux ∆ www.scribd.com/document/388173677/The-Holy-Trilogy-Volume-2-Mandalas
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Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 9:55 PM UTC
Gambling With Tarot Cards
Gambling with Tarot cards, got The Devil in the palm of my hands with the edges creased, The Devils in the details and He knows me well, holding 3 6’s plus card #15 The Mark of The Beast, it’s when you’re the most up, that they want you to leave the least, it’s getting dangerous at the table, I’ve got the whole pie and every guy wants a piece, used to trade in seashells, now we’ve got black cards and private tables for us VIPs, and the lovely ladies know me well, like a pizza pie or birthday cake everyone wants a piece, it’s amazing what a few million will do, and I’m confident so I don’t need a crew, rolling solo till my cause of death reads “FOMO”, I mean if you had these opportunities/risks you’d take them too, which is why you can always find, me at the table all in with my chips out, no kids no wife no significant other, so I’m spending it all on whichever chics has her **** out, a conscious writer but still in a man’s body, so how you like me now, no Toby Keith or kobe beef, just these og vegetables, but I’m not what I eat, I’m so much more, and I’m not a meet and greet, nor a mall because I’ve got much more in store, so please pass the drinks por favor, in Colombia with a straw and some Coca-Cola, drinking so much I feel like the Drink King, drinking like a Drink King, listening to Drake sing his song “Controlla”, in real life no real wife, I mean I really know Drake, but anyways I’m not here to get distracted, so let me backtrack to the point I was trying to make, which is that it’s tough to stay vicious, when blessed with the gifts that so many wish to have, which is sorta suspicious gift the fact that the 6 is, a card that appears 6 times in the Tarot deck’s stack, Six of Wands 6 of Swords, Six of Cups Six of Pentacles, 6 to represent the card of The Lovers, Tarot decks reflect my self we’re both collectibles, only difference is with me there’s only one, maybe that’s why they offer everything in exchange for only my time, “Here take this money take these drugs take these luxuries!”, “Take anything that will at least be a chance for me to call you mine!”, says many Ones often but they are mistaken, because I can’t be there’s I’m not even mine, I am no one’s I am no thing, I am only a part of The Whole which is The Divine, and I know all this, I know that I’ve been bestowed with all these blessings, still I can’t help but fall victim to the sins within Man, which is why I see you can find me at the table gambling things, gambling with Tarot cards, got The Devil in the palm of my hands with the edges creased, The Devils in the details and He knows me well, holding 3 6’s plus card #15 The Mark of The Beast… ∆ LaLux ∆ www.scribd.com/document/388173677/The-Holy-Trilogy-Volume-2-Mandalas
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There is such peace in nature. The absence of filling time with words, emotions and opinions. Just. Being. Still. When I close my mouth and open my heart to her fierce stillness, I find a part of myself so grounded and complete. Just. As. I. Am. FOMO has been driving this bus for too long now. I think I’ll turn the keys over to SLO-MO for a while instead.
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Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 3:14 PM UTC
SLO-MO
Why are you searching Do you truly want to know? So not to miss out?
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Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 9:29 AM UTC
Pill-gram-age
Blue jeans fused to the office chair One foot tucked under the other knee Stuck in place watching your dreams Unfold through a dead eyed stare Never felt so social, have you? Have you? With such strong connection, Did you figure this condition Could only get worse? I've barely used my life Since I saw proof of yours
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Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 5:53 AM UTC
Only Get Worse
I hear the world is full of pain, Flooding, terror, acid rain; Music, theatre, laughs and art, Whiskey, coffee, beer and darts, Rainbows, glaciers, hiking trails; Rare Pepes and EPIC FAILs, Overwatch and Pokemon Go; Donald Trump and Bernie Bros; Dreams, and Drugs, and Rock n' Roll, Dharma, Love, and the eternal soul, The Holy Quran and the Higgs boson Tajwid in Geneva, QFT in Tehran. Yet day by day I sit and type Edit, grep, compile, pipe All that a system smoothly might run Ashes to Ashes, Zero to One ''' npm install; grunt &; restart nginx docker run -d me/interests; pkill sleep; pkill *** nice 14 nutrition; rm /etc/cron.daily/exercise pkill -STOP judgment; scp foodler:'**/{burger,fries}' ~ ''' It's rather ironic that this metal you see, Seems quite a better multitasker than me Whereas It stops its world to switch one task for others My open descriptors always overflow my buffers Whereas it take new patches with a simple 'apt-get' My resolve for upgrades I quite often forget And when its health checks fail, we regrow the ASG But my self won't reboot. et memento mori.
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Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 8:35 PM UTC
a sysadmin's lament
Do I need to escape from here Guess it just won over me, yes, fear Everyone's near but nobody hears Or so I thought Can I still make it through Be able to catch what fallen and flew I think it's so hard to get by Or so I thought Miles of distance is what I need Let the pumping thing shout its grief Hopes and lights cannot be hid Or so I thought
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Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 5:00 AM UTC
Well, Maybe
. She'll take                         off her                         clothes for a                     little bit of coverage Ride                     windows down in the rain              like she loves it                                 *What she'll do for a hundred likes on a website*   in real life               Is something project X like her best nights Her friends lie about her importance  Beauty cant get you on a Forbes list                                           But her dreams only   exist when attention shuts out pain
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Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 4:03 PM UTC
Facebook Famous/Ride