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Repressed anger

I am tired. I am tired of taking shit. I am tired of repressing my feelings for the sake of other people. Why can others tell me whatever they want without the minimal thought behind, but I have to control myself just because I can? Why do other people have the right to apologize? The…

I heard around the internet that traveling is dangerous that you never feel at home after because a little piece of your heart and a little side of your soul with that version of yourself they stay right there frozen in time and place

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I woke up today miles away from my home the place that watched me grow the one constant in a world of change and yet I’ve never felt more like myself

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whatever we felt was left in the past being real but not existing weighing down but not existing slicing my heart but not existing pulsating with life but not existing you don’t exist you aren’t real yet you love me still like when you were yet I love you still like when you were yet…

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