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Done.

#tired #broken #useless #done

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My imagination always sets reality up for failure.

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I have never felt this fucking useless.

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You are the punctuation, the random capitalization, the commas and semicolons of one long run-on sentence; one that’ll keep on going until the pauses - the dashes - the unconventional hierarchy of nonjudgmental, abusive use of space gives way, waiting for the phrase to be cut short or drawn out to a dwindling, meandering end.

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The color scheme is lying to you

What if we don’t all see color the same way? What if we all had the same favorite color, but because we can’t see through each other’s eyes we’ll never know? From a young age we’re sat down and shown a shade, told what color it is. But what if the shade I see as being green is actually what I would call red or yellow if I could see through your eyes? What if you love the color gold so much because it’s not the color I see, but in fact the teal shade I’m so fond of. But because of how we're taught, we'll never know. Maybe you see a yellow sky and gold waters. Maybe I do. Maybe the spectrum depends on the filter processing it. Maybe the reason for color blindness is because their two eyes see colors differently, so some blur together in their minds. Maybe you see the same silky bluegreen I see when I'm looking at the ocean that you see looking at that soft pink dress. Maybe my brown eyes aren’t brown. Maybe yours aren’t the blue you think they are.

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Anxiety ©

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I should've just gone to the fucking beach.

#beach #coulda shoulda #sigh

“potential”

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I loved you.

#I loved you #past tense #lost

i’ve stopped worrying about the What-ifs, What Coulda Beens and the Maybes. those little Missed Opportunities, Potentials, Lapses in Spontaneous Judgement. things within your control. instead I get to think about the Big Whys. i get to expose flesh and bone to the rawness and uncontrollable spinning of Nothing You Could Dos and You Certainly Trieds i get to experience a nakedness to the universe at large. a vulnerability during the best years when change is no longer expected or welcome or forewarned. i get to lie back, peeled and unprotected. because the What-Ifs skipped out and the Maybes aren’t forever.

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