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When my mother whispers that after my birth all her sadness flew away like a long escaped sigh...I like to think that it didn't go anywhere, it didn't vanish...it just replaced it's residence. I like to think, without knowing she created a sad little thing that absorbed all her pain and she gave it a sweet little name.
Bonds are burdensome.
They are what makes life worth living,
albeit the feeling of burdening someone else with your own emotions or lack thereof obliges you to take a step back or running away on a 180 degree path in comparison to the one you’re on at that moment.
You begin craving that loneliness that picked at your heart every night,the one that made you cry your own blood since tears did not hurt enough.
I want to turn back in time,or keep being the myself i knew before giving out pieces of it to others.
Opening up is not much of a good decision sometimes,or easy to accomplish either.
Everything just hurts.
It’s overwhelming.
It’s flooding my well.
Oh wait—
how long has it been since my well last had a shape?
What is happening around me?
What am I?
When does your inner grimlin thoughts arise. Mine are usually at late night, because I think the more tired I am the more likely the weird feral thoughts of mine break through.