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the times i have smiled at the thought of her in my arms are infinite. ~•

You were my home.

My salvation.

My anchor.

And when you left,

I crumbled.

to the ruins.

I fucked it all up again,

everything is

terrible,

I am very

miserable,

but…

also relieved

to be back here,

in this familiar place

with nowhere further

to fall.

“I understand. That’s the trouble. I understand. I’ll understand all the time. All day and all night. Especially all night. I’ll understand. You don’t have to worry about that.”

— Ernest Hemingway

How fucked up are you ?

So much that i ask ai if what i went through was enough to be this tramatized.

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I am a minor so i really cant help you. I apologize.

Please share this and help them!

how often do i have to convey myself that i am not a monster?

how often do i have to hate myself for being proud of that?

you can not speak in poetry

to someone who does not read.

they don’t know what it’s like

to have to pick up a pen to survive.