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My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery,always buzzing,humming,soaring,roaring,diving and then buried in mud.🥀
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Do you feel the same?
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Ortober 15. Perhaps I have caught hold'of myself again, perhaps I Jecretly took the shorter way again, and now I, who already despar in loneliness, have pulled myself up again, But the Headaches, the sleeplessness! Well, it is worth the struggle, or rather, I have no choice.

–𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟻, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶 -𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹.
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A simple reminder of your worthiness in my life because you never seem to stop fighting for your worthiness in yours.🖤
በመንገዴ pinned «How do you keep your trauma away from the people you love?...how do you not have panic attacks and ruin a good time? how do you not suddenly start crying and dampen their mood? How do you not project your insecurities on them? How do you communicate and not…»
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Why do girls always need reassurance??
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Because men aren't consistent. some lose their effort once we let our guard down.
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Sadness, there is no substitute for it in the battlefield of life and its details. It melts in the chambers and peripheries of the heart. The soul pours out of it and clears. It replaces joy when we need it. It takes our days and gives us in its place false images of our dreams. Delusion is its companion. It does not cease from you as long as it permeates your feelings. Sadness deludes you with imagination, and imagination is drawn by desire and desire is a slave of devil. Your sadness is your devil..‌
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I am sitting in front of a magnificent water body. The sunshine is very beautiful. I felt the wind massaging the big lake, gently. I think of the shower I took earlier... both cant just be water.

I feel so lonely and small, this lake doesn't care about me or who I am. I am just a walking goose or another monkey under the tree. I can't inflict any emotion, can't make it smile or sad. What an indifferent lake! I wish the lake have some memory of me, but I am nobody, nothing

I feel calm, the mantra, the scenery, the shapes, and the smell makes my soul still

I think of my mom, dad, siblings, grannies, and friends and acquaintances.

But I didn't think of you.

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