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Times seem difficult right now Look in mirror and hate what I see I have faith that if I keep trying I'll start to eventually like being me What doesn't **** makes me stronger I continue building myself every day Growing Learning from my fuckups and messes Fueled by faith in fate that someday I'll finally feel okay
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Sep 23, 2024
Sep 23, 2024 at 4:21 AM UTC
Faith
Have I ****** up? Yes. Have I wanted to **** myself over a mound of thousands of fuckups? Yes. Have I hurt myself over **** ups? Yes. Have I drank a lot because I ****** up. Of course. How hard have I tried my absolute hardest to specifically not **** up? Oh yea. I've ****** up a lot. I fight and claw my way out of this mound of corpses that haunt me. These corpses are my own, The corpses of myself every time I died a little when I saw people who knew who I was and who I thought liked me look at me with an expression of horror. To those people I say, think of what you felt like when you messed up, when you did or said something that you would take back any way you could. Cut them some slack or there will be another corpse on the mound.
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Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 12:25 AM UTC
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