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#newera
tricked myself into believing i was okay. took another path, veered off course— now my neuropathways are backfiring. forcing myself to keep my head high, so i don’t slip into the same chaotic state that’s way too familiar. it’s all so tiring. i’m sick of it. tired of feeling comatose, unalive, just drifting. with tired eyes. i’m ready for what’s next. i need something with weight— with substance. with meaning. i’m done keeping my head down. i’m done drowning. it’s my time. this isn’t my ending. this is the beginning of an era they thought was lost. i’m reclaiming what’s mine— i’m ready for what’s next. because nothing will hold me down anymore.
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Jul 29, 2025
Jul 29, 2025 at 2:51 AM UTC
what's next?
Eye look around me and all (eye) see is a brainwashed humanity... when did we become these creatures forgotten all of what the universe teaches? behave little sheep lest you fall out of line imprisoned enslaved these are the times to rise up to rise up to the wakeup call that sleeps within us all
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May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 7:20 AM UTC
the message
The young me with my old friend looking at far away to see the new trend Hope is i can look for with a more close look eyes on my goal waiting for my new chapter in my book I and my friend are happy with each other can sense the whole world just by sitting together Smile and i feel happy at least we are with each other in a this world which is so shady An era of adventure is about to begin we are ready to have some thrill and fun wait world! here we come! to show you the side that can make you shun! We arent naughty just being ourselves this is us and proud of being with my self no fakeness and nothing to hide Get along with us on this fun filled ride!
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Jan 3, 2020
Jan 3, 2020 at 2:42 AM UTC
Young me!
**You know, everyone’s always moving so fast. And yeah I’m here, always here. I’m tense. Everyday I walk Can’t help but feel that one wrong move and you’ll lose it all. Yeah sure, I smile. Yeah sure, I look cold. Yeah sure, I don’t look scared. But I am. I really really am. I just don’t want you to see it. I wear a mask. Believe me, I’m scared. Okay I get it. I’m just saying this in a poem. In hopes you don’t bother to read, but hoping you actually would. I’m actually here just to tell you You’re never alone There’s always someone in a million people that try to look down on you, on me, on us, on them, on her, on him And still feel tense and regret Because they’re not this. They’re not that. Get this. We are human. If you can’t do it. You can’t. It is no one’s responsibility to live in the standards, to be a living drone of the flaws of society or the stereotypes from our brains. You just be you and I’ll be me. *But don’t ***** Cuz the world doesn’t always need one. Just be youself, *Really. I mean it. Just be you in a way you hurt no one.* Not even yourself.**
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Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 5:54 AM UTC
And My Facade Broke Yours -- So Read Me Because I Mean It
Now we are living in a new era... When love developed eyes
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Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 5:34 PM UTC
Love was blind