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#relieving
spells of spelling hissy fits, is relieving or reliving the for-the-word that the brain searches to no avail, a distraughting travail. and you know what it is that destroys you, peacefully by piece-fully, destroys, be-fiddled befuddled, we huddle up with my the legislative of my body-parts, each an equal state, under my federal jurisdiction, that no one needs to obey, they all renegade from the obvious and, the answer plain, *in the reliving, there is no relieving,* no rescue mission, on the way, nope, no rescue for this poet losing his own way
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Oct 23, 2025
Oct 23, 2025 at 5:55 PM UTC
The relieving of grieving
One of the most Painful and Heartbreaking Things to hear But most relieving
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Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 7:53 PM UTC
Truth
i hate to be graphic and upsetting, but i need to write this. please refrain from reading. first thing on my mind is harm what i feel like i deserve is pain it is not even a coping mechanism to me anymore it has become routine i fixate on it i need to do it i have to or else i cannot bear to be myself in my cold skin i can't even look in the mirror i'm a ******* monster the slow sensation on my arm is relieving and reassuring that i am still deserving of it i remember when i was 13 and i grabbed my weapon and ran to my room shut the door turned out the light sat down on the floor and wept if only i had known what i was getting myself into fast forward 5 years and i am still there on the floor the reaction from my mother when i confessed shocked me and took me by surprise how could you be mad at me i thought to myself but now i realize why i was her masterpiece never to inflict harm on myself and there i was ruining what was hers my skin it's always there most times a burden other times a sign of resilience a reminder of my monster my corrupt side of low self-esteem and self-worth that i seem to never gain back i won't ever hide it i won't ever get rid of it because i can't i am not proud most people say i'm a pathetic fool crying for attention desperate for others to see but no one ever notices and it lets me know that it will always be my little secret a habit that was once by choice but now by force i wonder if i will ever grow out of it like they said i would years ago i have accepted the fact that i love it and will never let it go
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Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 10:29 PM UTC
please refrain
i hate to be graphic and upsetting, but i need to write this. please refrain from reading. first thing on my mind is harm what i feel like i deserve is pain it is not even a coping mechanism to me anymore it has become routine i fixate on it i need to do it i have to or else i cannot bear to be myself in my cold skin i can't even look in the mirror i'm a ******* monster the slow sensation on my arm is relieving and reassuring that i am still deserving of it i remember when i was 13 and i grabbed my weapon and ran to my room shut the door turned out the light sat down on the floor and wept if only i had known what i was getting myself into fast forward 5 years and i am still there on the floor the reaction from my mother when i confessed shocked me and took me by surprise how could you be mad at me i thought to myself but now i realize why i was her masterpiece never to inflict harm on myself and there i was ruining what was hers my skin it's always there most times a burden other times a sign of resilience a reminder of my monster my corrupt side of low self-esteem and self-worth that i seem to never gain back i won't ever hide it i won't ever get rid of it because i can't i am not proud most people say i'm a pathetic fool crying for attention desperate for others to see but no one ever notices and it lets me know that it will always be my little secret a habit that was once by choice but now by force i wonder if i will ever grow out of it like they said i would years ago i have accepted the fact that i love it and will never let it go
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