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"I do always overthink and that's how I write"

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The Shadowed Mind

I wear the weight of weeks, This burden that breathes despair, The shadow whispers in my ear, Its words like knives, cutting deep. Reality, a fist that strikes, Leaves bruises where dreams used to bloom.

I was once a seeker of light— Validation in every gleam of success, But now I walk in the dark. Banned from the comfort of certainty, I am empty space, drifting, lost.

I built this prison, brick by brick— The pressure to be perfect, The fear of the fall. I trap myself in doubt, Question every step, Feel unworthy of joy’s tender touch.

What have I become? I ask myself in sleepless nights, Where laughter feels foreign, Where smiles seem stolen From a version of me That I can no longer recognize.

Yet resilience calls my name. Not as a choice, but a command— To rise, to stand. To know that even in the weight of pressure, There is a spark that waits to ignite, A sweetness to the risk I fear to taste.

Perhaps in the darkness, I am not lost, but waiting— For the dawn that follows Even the longest night.

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"The Echoic Enigma of our Actuality"

I was seated in a chair in front of our window,

looking around and admiring the sunlight,

Plants in bloom abound in the immediate vicinity,

It has lovely flowers that I find fascinating to touch,

When I see and behold, red and black, kiss each leaf,

I directed my vision straight out the open road as I focused on my obsession,

A few people and children were running around,

going back and forth in their motions,

as if they were in a hurry and needed to get somewhere.

I was concerned about what would happen next.

"So I'm just going to leave our house," I said. 

I was going to unlock our front door,

I heard two people outside talking about someone,

So instead of opening the front door first, I listened and bent my ear to hear,

But, given the power of their tread, the fast pace, and the amount of noise around them,

I didn't hear what they truly meant.

I opened the door a few minutes later, while holding my phone.

When I was immediately startled by a yell that drew my attention,

A scream of desperation.

That, I guess, has the competence to awaken people who are sleeping.

Since it was repeated once again, I became nervous and scared.

The intensity of that voice came out of the blue.

A person who feels poorly and is unable to breathe.

I quickly put on my slippers and pulled my hair out.

At once, I saw a man weeping.

The strength of his crying,  many tears coming out of his eyes.

I wanted to approach him, I wanted to help him, but I couldn't.

I don’t know why that is.

So I just put up with it and restrained myself.

I just stared at him while running into our house.

When I was ready to step back completely,

the man lifted his face and looked at me, and he was all smiles.

I suddenly heard a sound coming from my cell phone.

I answered it and suddenly a man's voice spoke. 

I didn't speak at first and waited for it to introduce itself, but a horrible event followed.

"I recognized myself!"

I realized he was me. "I am he, by the way."

We have a lot in common, and we are both ourselves.

My hair was standing on end, and my heart was racing.

"Seeing my doppelganger was a nightmare."

I just found out that the incident wasn’t true when I woke up from my deep sleep.

I thought that it really happened,

cause if that really happened, I didn't know what to do.

Then, I planned to get out of bed. Suddenly, I felt the weight of my body.

I tried to lift it or move it with both hands, but I couldn't handle it because it was so heavy.

My heart began to race.

I was planning what I was going to do.

Thirty seconds had gone by.

When I realized I was still not fully awake, I burst into tears.

 That dream, I thought, was still a dream.

 I was so anxious that my mind and body were giving up on me, and I didn't know what else to do.

No one could hear me scream even though I was shouting quite loudly.

 Even if I move my feet, nothing happens.

 It was difficult to lift my body because it was so heavy.

I attempt to keep my eyes open as well, but I can't seem to wake up.

 I can't do anything, no matter how hard I try.

 I began to believe that I might come upon a terrifying ghost. 

And I can see someone painted white standing next to me.

"I can see our house's ceiling."

"I can see what we have in our house."

"I had a clear view of who was in our home."

" And I have a clear view of what is going on in our home."

There was nothing else I could think of to keep me awake.

 Then I made the decision.

To beg the Lord for assistance.

 When I called him for assistance,

I was startled and jolted awake!...

I'm grateful for him since I wouldn't be here if it weren't for him.

I'm grateful, and he didn't abandon me because he woke me up as soon as I reached him.

Maybe he's just waiting for me to take the call.

And it was because of him that I felt valued and guided.

When I'm on the verge of death, He is willing to help.

I recently understood that nothing but the Lord can save us in this life.

We can't see him, but we can sense his presence.

Trials will inevitably arise, but as long as you remain with him, they will be overcome.

It was only then that I realized that the Lord still loves us and has compassion on us, even if we are sinful.

So, if we are having difficulties, we should not be afraid or hesitant to reach him, and he will answer us.

Something that the things we place more importance on in this world can't do.

So I'm grateful, and I've realized his gratitude for myself.

And now here I am, still alive and doing very well.

In opposition to what I had dreamed, it only suggests one thing.

He truly cared about us! Let us come to him and thank him for all of our setbacks and struggles, for he is the one who strengthens us.

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"TELL ME AND I WON'T FORGET!"

There comes a time when change has to take place.

I don't know anyone who can carry on doing something, without being valued, or respected, or appreciated in any way. I don't know anyone who can continually give and never get anything in return.

I don't know anyone who doesn't have a soul that has to be nourished or a heart that has to be loved.

I don't know anyone that can put up with continual bad behavior.

I don't know anyone that doesn't make mistakes.

I don't know anyone who isn't injured in some way.

I don't know anyone who can carry hurt or injury around with them for a long time without exploding.

I don't know anyone who can go without a hug, virtual or visual, when they are hurting.

I don't know anyone who is angry and doesn't get ill.

I do know that for the severely emotionally injured the world is just not a safe place. There is always another injury lurking just around the corner.

I do know that a lot of these people go inside of their minds and disassociate from everything and everyone around them. That way the world, for them, becomes a little bit safer.

And we call them insane and mentally ill, and crazy, and unpredictable, and scary.

And we medicate them, and we lock them away so they wont hurt themselves or others.

And they can make sense of this - just another injury.

And I wonder what would happen if we dared to give them what they need.

If we dared to love them in the midst of their hurt.

If we dared to go near their heart and their soul.

If we dared to let them into our souls.

If we accepted them for who and what they are- for the victim of the injury that they did not ask for.

Then maybe their hurts could heal.

Don't you think then, and only then, they might possibly have a chance to Change?

If instead of reminding them of their bad ways and threatening them, we rewarded them for all the good that they do.

If instead of being afraid of them, we were kind to them.

If instead of punishing them for their defensive acts, we hugged them.

We live in a rainbow of chaos

Why does this style of life allure you? So much anguish and suffering. When did this darkness, in which I am trapped, begin? With no way to flee, I'm at a loss for where to hide. I go deep inside when I'm not trying to get away from the pain.

The turbulence of sadness and hurt goes on and on, back and fourth. One is devoured by pain since he or she is unable to flee.'Please, God, assist me.'

Then came that pained howl from deep within. The darkness was broken, revealing that there is no l. The decline came to a close.

We began to learn...

the ability to wield a pen and write on paper. We've learned to think about what we can turn down. You haven't been able to express what has formed in our minds. Your mouth utters words you never imagined were possible.

You felt an energy in your heart and decided to just sketch what was on your mind, much to your satisfaction. You've pictured and developed in your mind what you want to achieve, and it's piqued your interest. You touch something you're interested in with the touch of your finger. With your left hand, take it and reach it to the right. You come to a halt and exclaim, "I'm holding a pencil!" as you touch your flesh. Your mind felt confused as a result of the tremendous emotion, and this is where your curiosity began.

Why is it that everything is changing in these times? Unexpected occurrences will put your allegiance to the test. Why do some people go to such lengths to defend something that has been wrongfully violated? Why are there some things that others will disregard no matter how hard you attempt to reach them? Why are some people incapable of appreciating effort? Why do some individuals fail to see a person's suffering? Why does it appear that the worth of a number is more significant than the value of a person these days? Are we truly only interested in numbers? And, last, are we truly studying to pass rather than to learn?

Those are the questions that always haunt my mind. Even now, I still can't find an answer. We are both human beings, and we both live the same life. But why do others live only for numbers? We strive every day to learn. Everyone works hard for one goal, and that is to achieve the dreams that are hoped for in the future. We give time and effort to the things we want, so that when the time comes, there will be no regrets. But why do I seem to be wrong? as if I could see it all when it was pointless. It seems that the difficulties I have mentioned have all been wasted. In today’s era, it needs to be practical, but not in all cases do you do it. Nowadays it seems like we are just studying to pass and not learning. Why is that? It is sad to hear that no matter how hard you study, others do not appreciate it. Material things are more important than human value.

After all, we are really just studying to pass. When you get low grades, your parents will appoint you. When you get low grades, you are nervous because you might not be able to go to that school. When you get low grades, it seems that the person's treatment will be different for you. When you fail, other people think you neglected it. When you don't meet their expectations, they will tell you bad words. But when you get high, they get excited. So many students are under pressure because of these habits. They will only be proud when you are on top. It is unfortunate that people are now basing their decisions only on numbers. They no longer look at the hardships they went through before they reached their expectations. They always focus on the result and not on the difficulty of the process just to make them happy.

Because of stress, many young people today experience anxiety and depression. Because of the series of paperwork that needs to be answered, piles of modules, and constant focus on gadgets. So he almost got out of the house and was confined. Such events are very difficult to experience for yourself. Because of those grades, students lose interest in studying. And especially since no one wants to live anymore, I hope those in office will notice this. The situation is very difficult now, and it is even more difficult to survive on a daily basis.

Everyone will certify you that things are going to change... and you think about the moment when it will be...