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deathbythinking · 2 years
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04.03.2022
there is no greater prison
than my physical form
the knowledge that i will only ever experience this world
through my own two eyes
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deathbythinking · 2 years
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28.03.2022
for someone so afraid of wasting time
wasting oh so precious time
longing to fill every moment with purpose, productivity, growth
I’ve never met anyone so detached, apathetic
so devoured by the thoughts they’ve incarcerated in the depths of this prison which grants my a physical form
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deathbythinking · 2 years
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28.03.2022
My most destructive trait must be the flaming ambition running through my veins. An insatiable hunger, burning through my skin, never to be satisfied, no matter my achievements and their gravity. Always wanting more, always being better Always rational, exceptional Never human As there is no room for mistakes, no room for grief and exhaustion With time on earth so limited and so much left unexplored, I at all times must be everywhere with everyone, doing everything
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deathbythinking · 2 years
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14/03/22
I've never been worth more than a mouth full of lies
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deathbythinking · 2 years
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02/03/22
And with grave certainty i can say, after your velvet hands gripped for my heart, and listened to every vessel snap, one by one, that love is nothing more than a blind jump into a field of knives, one cutting deeper than the other
as I felt every fiber of my being shaking, my lungs collapsing while I sat on the floor of the bathroom with you in bed, sound asleep
as every ounce of fluid escaped my body through my eyes, i realized I'd never belong
I will never get home, never get to safety
forever i will stay a ghost, a shadow of the potential i held, before everyone on earth stripped me out of my skin, until I was nothing more than a shadow
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deathbythinking · 2 years
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“I’ve found that growing up means being honest. About what I want. What I need. What I feel. Who I am.”
— Epiphany
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deathbythinking · 2 years
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11.02.2022; 23.48
the touch of your skin feels as close to heaven as I might ever get
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deathbythinking · 3 years
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17.06.21
the romanticized scenarios in your head
make reality insufferable
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deathbythinking · 3 years
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23.05.21
I'm too young
to be this afraid
of living
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deathbythinking · 3 years
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18.04
maybe indifferent
is the closest
I'll ever get
to inner peace
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deathbythinking · 3 years
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06.04.
your efforts to meet others standards, have led you to give crucial parts of yourself without end
is this lack of emotion
this endless monotony
the loss of who you could've been
the result of putting others before yourself?
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deathbythinking · 3 years
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06.04. // don't be in despair for something impossible to achieve
i think we're all damned to look for a sense of purpose, achievement, comfort for as long as our life goes. simultaneously we're damned to constantly be a part of things that are bound to have an end. you will only ever feel euphoric for a brief moment, until you realize, what caused it has passed, and will never occur in the same way again. this leads to starting something else, building your way from the bottom up, again. only to be met by the same brief feeling of warmth in the depth of your ribcage.
we've been conditioned to believe that we must always live in a way, that will at some point, if only for a brief moment, lead to happiness. which is why we are consumed by the task of finding it, no matter where, though what or who. we might've been better off, if we had made it our mission to live in comfort. the comfort of knowing you no one will ever rid you of this feeling, because you and you alone have caused it. although it might not be as pleasing as being filled with purpose after every essay, speech, show, book or conversation. life has potential to become easier, if only you realize that what you have could potentially become what you need, completing yourself could be enough. and maybe to be enough is all we need.
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deathbythinking · 4 years
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deathbythinking · 4 years
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deathbythinking · 4 years
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28/09/20
where is the line between reality and imagination
where ?
? where ?
? where?? ?
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deathbythinking · 4 years
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22/07/20 2:56
my mind is constantly plagued by the thought changing my mind,
of people accepting what I previously stated, only to have me take it back.
although the cause might be personal growth
and the outcome positive change,
I cannot bring myself far enough to believe my own perception of who I might be,
for the sole reason of it lacking others approval.
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