im actually super annoying all i do is sleep so im unproductive and when i am awake i just complain about wanting to be unconscious again or dead
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Polkadot
Suspicious ❌ Ere betam deg nat isw🎯
And beneath the surface of every smile,
I perceive the glint of sharpened fangs,
poised to tear and just bite.
Every word of encouragement, every seemingly heartfelt investment (seems like words plqy going on),
is but a carefully constructed lie,
a veiled prayer for my ultimate demise.
I am surrounded by a chorus of wolves in sheep's clothing,
each one a master of deception,
cloaking their malevolent intent in a facade of benevolence.
And yet, amidst this theater of cruelty,
I detect a distinct odor,
a pungent, acrid scent that fills the air –
the unmistakable aroma of something burning.
Is it me? Am I the offering,
the sacrificial lamb consumed by their insatiable hunger?
Or is it the edifice I have painstakingly constructed,
the fragile fortress of a life I believed to be my shelter,
now reduced to smoldering rubble.
I see the match, the instrument of my destruction,
held aloft in their hands,
and yet, with a practiced ease, I feign ignorance,
a performance of indifference designed to conceal the terror
that claws at my throat.
I perceive the glint of sharpened fangs,
poised to tear and just bite.
Every word of encouragement, every seemingly heartfelt investment (seems like words plqy going on),
is but a carefully constructed lie,
a veiled prayer for my ultimate demise.
I am surrounded by a chorus of wolves in sheep's clothing,
each one a master of deception,
cloaking their malevolent intent in a facade of benevolence.
And yet, amidst this theater of cruelty,
I detect a distinct odor,
a pungent, acrid scent that fills the air –
the unmistakable aroma of something burning.
Is it me? Am I the offering,
the sacrificial lamb consumed by their insatiable hunger?
Or is it the edifice I have painstakingly constructed,
the fragile fortress of a life I believed to be my shelter,
now reduced to smoldering rubble.
I see the match, the instrument of my destruction,
held aloft in their hands,
and yet, with a practiced ease, I feign ignorance,
a performance of indifference designed to conceal the terror
that claws at my throat.
Forwarded from 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲... (⋆)
I be saying whatever on my mind lately, it's like my tongue has a mind of its own
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Forwarded from Unresolved Issues (Bonita)
Average is good. Average is where life thrives. Average temperature, average ph, average oxygen levels. Average is the goldilocks of life.
Sometimes I wish I went another route on certain things but you live and you learn.
At least that's what I heard.
At least that's what I heard.