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So if i leave this town behind would you run into the night, to make sure im alright and follow by my side I dont want this life I dont want this life so im not leaving you behind i hope you go and find the purpose to your life and find me when its time

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The Seventh Seal (1957) dir. Ingmar Bergman

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Endtime by Alessandro Amoruso

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These two walked

So these two could run

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I see dead people.

"...it doesnt matter how good you are, sometimes you just dont make it."

That was what someone who I used to know unprompted told me while "catching up."

Sometimes people wont see your vision. Sometimes people will only see you as someone who you are not. Sometimes people are too busy living in their own world, too scared to reach out for something greater. Sometimes people simply put their foot in their mouth. Sometimes people are old and rigid, not in age but in thought. Unfortunately, sometimes both.

Fuck them and fuck that. I'd rather die before giving up. While they would rather give up before they die. Little do you know, they're already dead, for quitting is certain death.

At the risk of sounding like some tony robins bullshit...

Never. ever. give up. You are destined for greatness. Greatness that was written in the stars, long before you were ever born. Your time will come I promise. Keep holding on and never give up on your dream. Dont be like them, be you.

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Tell my love aint no turnin back

Send my love thru a photograph

(Cuz) I just need some time to breathe

(Cuz) I cant be what you need from me

My shadow

it calls

Whispering

behind

these walls

"youre all alone.”

I’m alone

Tell my love that I'm comin back

Ive been captive to this past

I just needed some time to see

Everything thats meant to be

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im on a path of self destruction, tearing everything in my path down to the ground. rubbles of ashes pile behind me as i walk. i dont want to hurt anybody, but youre in the crosshairs. it feels like i might be going about it wrong. my other side says this is what we need. that its what i need. how do i know myself if ive never met myself. voices say not to do it, but they dont know what im capable of. im meant for more than a small life and smaller dreams. i buy into their insecurities. their call to stay is my call to go. who am i if i dont know myself. im sorry it came at your expense. i have to go. i have to do what i was born to do. i have to be who im going to be. if i dont go now, i fear i never will. i will hate myself till the day i die if i dont. im meant for more than smaller things and smaller dreams. goodbye to everything ive ever known

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how high till i forget you

how high till i escape the pain

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the nights are getting longer,

the days are getting colder.

i fantasize about lying in my own puddle.

it feels like i truly cant escape the depths of my soul.

my mind expands and implodes daily while my body is left exhausted.

do i get high to escape.

or is it to dive deeper.

these cages are suffocating me,

these chains now fused with my bones.

every part of my being wants to scream.

i want to flip tables,

i want to cry,

i want release.

i want to be free.

free from it all.

i want to live life.

there is beauty in the struggle

someday ill see it

till then i close my eyes and plunge deeper into the abyss

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sometimes i feel like my words bounce off of people like light to a mirror sometimes it feels like no one cares about the things i tell them soemteims it feels like no one cares about understanding who i am sometiems if feels like no one cares will i ever get this right im trying to hard to become the perosn im meant to be will i see the fruits or will i have to become the fetalizer that makes them grow i hold on because as shitty as i feel, about life, about myself, i cant cut this ride short the times can be the heaven sent the times can be pits and wallows of existential black yin yang for now i powerlessly lie in the pits of nothingness, peacefully in the swallows i dont care

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One week I’m myself then the next I’m wondering how far in this Forrest I actually wandered. The moon illuminates the 2 am blue sky, through the vast soft swollen clouds. I’m at peace on this road. I feel safe. But when I look down, I see the dirt turn to mud underneath my feet. But when I look down, the sky closes up, and thick droplets of rain rush violently down to the earth as if they were millions of angry wasps. And when I look up, I... which direction did I come from? How did I get here? Which way is home? The water rushes down my skull relentlessly, flooding my eyes. I cant see. The water invades my airways. I can’t breathe.

I fear I am lost.

burn me bitch

stop it, i know now

the blood’s on the ground

ill watch you drown

ill let you down

burn me to the ground

know i bathe in ashes

burn me to the ground

baby bring the matches

Who the fuck knows.

I was in the bathroom talking to myself as I usually do, finding myself having a conversation about creation and the meaning of life. There was a philosopher named Gillies Deleuze who basically thought that instead of ontology being about discovery and finding an objective truth, that instead it was about creation. In my eyes turning ‘the study of’ to ‘the creation of’. There is no concrete answer (for the meaning of life/why we're here for example). So instead we create ideas like morality and religion for us to believe in so that life doesn't seem so meaningless. I like this idea bc I feel that if we are constantly looking for the RIGHT answer then we will just go fucking insane. The reason I think by looking for something so particular will make us go insane is because its just a maze of questions. One question will lead to another, which will lead to another, which in turn only leads to another and so on. It's a snake eating its own tail. The funny part is that there is no one you can ask for these answers. Lets say that God is real and you could have a conversation with him. You'd be like a child asking their parents anything. You know what I'm talking about. A child sitting in their car seat while their parent/parents are driving them home from school. They begin to ask why the sky is blue and why fish breathe water. You can keep up and answer their questions until you can't. Either you admit that you have no clue or you make something up. (Not looking down on either option. Just using these as examples.) Heres my point with this long winded essay. What if in this conversation (with God) he just makes some shit up, we wouldn't know the difference. Or what if even God has no fucking clue why he put us here? Just a thought I had.

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