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#writingashealing
It’s like you plan to feed yourself with time but never take any seconds. And I swear — you could hear me second-guessing myself over a plate full of food for thought, just trying to feed a little of my ego. And it takes a while to finish expressing myself — so let me take the express train on any passing train of thought. Cos it’s a full course — learning how to be well fed in a world where everyone’s trying to make bread while praying for that _daily bread_. A man does all that he can for himself, before he even says __Amen__! And all men are expected to have themselves in order — but never given the time of day to order the meal that fills their worth. Because most of that time gets spent spending on somebody else’s worth. And sometimes, I wonder if it’s really worth it at all. There’s a man who regrets giving it all to a girl who became somebody else’s girl…that sentiment, _doesn’t only apply to him giving his all to girls._ —He gave everything to a seemingly self-fulfilled world! __And that meal is always so cold...__
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Jul 6, 2025
Jul 6, 2025 at 7:22 PM UTC
The Meal I Never Got to Eat
_A creative reflex_ — Writing as a way to reflect While breaking in between myself — This is me, _finding a recess_. And if kidding around is for kids, Maybe some parts of me haven’t really grown up yet. Still, if I’m set — Placing a quiet bet On all these dreams I haven’t cashed in yet — I hold the right To keep searching for my best. Because being better than the me from yesterday Might be all I’ve got left… And maybe, __that’s enough!__
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Jul 6, 2025
Jul 6, 2025 at 5:14 PM UTC
In the Margin of Myself