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Some say hope is a good thing, others all heartedly warn us against it. Country men , isn’t that life? that what frees some enslaves others and completely dismantles them out of existence.

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If they really are bad people to them, I think, personally, I would cut them off. I believe friendship, beyond help or fun, should at least aim to be good—something one can lean on without judgment. So if they don't get that, then what is it for? Maybe the escape here is to stop the pain they cause.

But that's just my take, not something they should rush into. Plus, thanks for being there for them. Step by step, without forcing things, you can help them realize how some of what they do might hurt others. Slowly, gently—I’m sure they’ll overcome it, my mate.

guys

what does it mean if you hurt someone

and

you don’t feel anything

…

asking for a friend

…

"Who do you know, boy?" "Me—a hell of a lot of myself." "Isn't that enough?"

The heart goes cold. The heart grows old. The repetition of moments be it trembling or joyous. The heart loses it all in the end.

3:19 AM What’s around me is sleep. What’s within me are thoughts dancing on songs I hate to hear.

3:20 AM now And I’m done with this prose— or to put it right, I’m done with this observation.

i will not see you tonight, not see you tomorrow, not any other day ahead yet i loved you i love you and will love you for all the evers.

My prayers, oh God,

seem to be answered

by the devil.

When I prayed to make my momma proud,

she was taken instead.

And when I asked for the voices

inside me to quiet,

they raged,

trying to burn this

little brain of mine,

ordering me to do

things,

things that could drive me insane.

God,

should I pray in an opposite manner now?

Thank you @biblical-traditionalist-lady and everyone who got me to 100 reblogs!

Through the histories, it’s only Your mercy that the chief of this world fears.

So embrace me with it, Almighty, cover me up, for all around me, the things happening seem to tell me that I, for one, have no power to escape his grief, destruction, and trickery.

Compiling Mirthday feels like walking through a forest of thoughts, deciding which trees to let grow and which to prune. This book is my heart in prose and poetry—a map of solitude’s hidden trails. SOLITUDE AND LONELINESS, TIME AND CHANGE, INDETITY AND EXPECTATIONS, THE ABSURDITY OF LIFE, MENTAL HEALTH AND SOCIETY EXPECTATIONS all loom in atleast all the pieces i have so far collected .

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DigiArtFest concept. I created this in 2022