Scribe your soul out
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As miserable as it gets.
Yes, all I do is be miserable here.
Can't help it.
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Despite having three weeks of semester break, all I did was sleep and read, and now I'm struggling to convince myself it wasn't a waste of time.
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I'm all in for becoming people-smart, school smart just hasn't really got me anywhere.
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Scribe your soul out
Me everytimeπŸ€¦β€β™€οΈ the sad thing is every single one happens to me.
Me shows my cousin this videoπŸ˜‚saysβ€αˆ›α‹ˆα‰…αˆ½αˆ"😭
When you ask to take on your loved ones' pain, thinking you can handle it, it's because you'd rather bear their suffering than see them hurt.
But when you find it tough or cry about it, you feel guilty, telling yourself you should cope alone. But deep down, you know it's not just about helping,it's also because you're scared of feeling powerless, but

I'd rather bear all that burdens you and makes you sad than watch you suffer.
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I envy those who appear on TV searching for their parents, expressing identity struggles and hoping that finding their parents will solve their problems, believing it will fill the void that always remains empty.
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I gave up I need me some glasses.
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attachment and
resistance is the root of suffering. Your ego will hold on for dear life to its fears, not aware that's the same reason why you're attracted to the same situations over and over. Once you detach from your reality, you will realize everything is neutral and we give meaning to all of our experiences and feelings.
Treat me right I will never leave your sight,
Ohh But treat me wrong, I will stay as long.
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β€œAllow the air in you lungs,
To make a breath of fresh air out of you.”
If you knew how much I looked up to you.🫧πŸ₯Ή.
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Let me be free from all the guilt I hold in me.
Going back home and finding yourself welcomed with open arms, treated kindly, and shown respect.
it's like stepping into a variety of emotions.
There's this overwhelming sense of relief that maybe things are finally turning around, that maybe the past pain and trauma are starting to fade. But then, there's this voice in the back of your mind, whispering doubts, questioning whether it's all just a facade, a temporary show put on to mask deeper issues.
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You want so badly to believe that this time it's different, that the love and respect being shown to you are genuine.
Yet, it's hard to shake off the memories of past disappointments, the times when the warmth quickly turned cold, and the respect turned to hatred.
So, even as you're being treated well, you can't help but hold back a little, afraid to fully let your guard down, afraid to get too comfortable.
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And then there's the thought nagging at you,
maybe if you stay away for a while, if you make your visits less frequent, they'll continue to treat you this way. Maybe absence really does make the heart grow fonder, and by spacing out your returns, you can ensure that the respect and kindness remain constant. It's a fine line between hope and caution, between wanting to believe in the goodness of others and protecting yourself from potential hurt.
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