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It has been a long time since I have sat down without torturing myself in my head. I don't think I ever have. Even if I sat alone I never rested calmly and breath the air and let it take away every negative in my heart out of me as it made its way out. One word only slips through my mouth in the middle of this exhaustion "ደክሞኛል". Doing all of this to be better and feel better,give myself better ways of love gestures....even after all of it there is something with in me that is just tired of it all. Are the chemicals an explanation of this? Is it just me? Is it "survival mode" since 12? Is it only projecting love and it not returning as how my soul needs it?maybe uts the waiting you know. Maybe its risking everything in my heart to trust love again and it not being what is of expected. Maybe its me reacting to all that goes on in my life from my broken 12 or 13 year old love neglected-traumatized self.Maybe its the constant fight to be better. To do better. Than yesterday so as not to lose a pint of breath for tomorrow. Or maybe I am just over thinking all of this and I am just tired of taking a 3 week long exam. I don't know. Its been a long time since I expressed something on here that I should have spoken. So there you go. This is to let you know we are all in this if you have been feeling like it. We are living. We are breathing. This is life. Noone is gonna put guns in your head for expressing that exhaustion. This isnot an easy life. But that doesn't mean it should take our lives from us. Take everyday as it comes. Its ok to not be where you think you should be or feel what you think you should feel. Today is Feb 10th. I am sure last year wasn't like this. Tomorrow is different too.
-From my heart to yours

No one would have chosen to lose their loved ones to write their own literature! We are not parasitic creatures who sap our literature from the blood of our loved ones, but when life robs us of what is dearest to us, we imitate our literature.

‍Everyone who found a home in my arms, I surprised them with my loss.

totally From a Christian Man. 😊
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‍No one pays attention to a tree that is tired of standing, as no one pays attention to the fatigue of a superman.

𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟸𝟶, 𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟸
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

I still hear the names I’ve been called.
Their laughter still rings in my ears when I said “I don’t know what’s wrong with me but my insides hurt”

I’m protective of my dreams. Once, sharing who I want to be tomorrow brought painful days I never want to think of.
I’ve been told I’d never make it as the things I dreamt of becoming.

It’s uncomfortable when I feel eyes raking over me, I’m reminded of the whispers behind my back and the disgusted orbs I used to be greeted with.

Physical contact is a no. I try my very best not to offend arms eager to hold me but a mere brush of a skin against mine sends the whole of my body through a tremor and every inch of me is reminded of the touches I begged to run from.

I prefer listening because my words were never acknowledged. It’s a strange feeling, being heard.

Neither of these are poetic, nor are they beautiful. But I think my heart is learning to be grateful for both the rose and the thorns.