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21 | ᴍᴅɴɪ | ɴꜱꜰᴡ 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖘𝖔 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖞 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖔𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊

[paper-wounds]

[momkiss-deactivated20260814]

──ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ crack me open and love the most disgusting parts of me.

[remanence-of-love]

[xcl0wnbby]

i know how this game ends.

it’s always the same.

[xcl0wnbby]

tired of being punished for being ill

[remanence-of-love]

[xcl0wnbby]

talking about plans

that i know i wont live to see

is such a funny feeling.

life will keep moving

the world will keep spinning.

i’ll just cease to exist.

it may hurt for a bit

or not at all

but i am at peace with my soul.

a burden i no longer have to carry.

i wonder if there’s light at the end of the tunnel?

[xcl0wnbby]

i’ll make sure everything’s clean from me.

[xcl0wnbby]

i’m glad i’ll die knowing your true thoughts

[xcl0wnbby]

why do i do things knowing they will hurt

[xcl0wnbby]

it’s nearly over

[xcl0wnbby]

not long now and you’ll never have to hide from me again.

[xcl0wnbby]

no one sees how literally insane i am

[xcl0wnbby]

July 7th

7.7

sevens such a beautiful number

and no one will remember it,

but i’ll be stuck there forever.

if anyone finds this.

do not help

you cannot help

everything’s sorted.

i’m sorry i had to be a burden

[xcl0wnbby]

but your so far

you put up bars

i can’t do this again.

the secrecy,

hiding from me.

to be loved is to be seen

suddenly i’m invisible.

i want the be heard

but for that i need to scream

for me to scream

is to be angry.

i can not express myself

i must silence myself

for when your struggling

i cannot know

i cannot help

i just get left hanging

as if i haven’t reached the end myself.

[xcl0wnbby]

sorry for making light of something

that is heavier then my bones can carry

my obsessive thoughts

it keeps me awake

it visits me in every way

in my sleep

in my actions

when this feel good my brain must feel the bad

it grabs at it and reminds me of

if all the times

i couldn’t be enough

it eats me up

but doesn’t spit

it will not swolliw

for even my thoughts are too impure in taste.

[xcl0wnbby]

I was trying to make peace

with the ache

that has hollowed me out

piece by piece.

instead i’m apologising

for the grief you caused

for reacting in a way to cope.

my body is a battlefield,

i cannot escape.

my reflection,

a stranger i apologise to,

for existing

for breathing

for being a mistake.

and i choke down the anger

i feel it when i apologise

for something you cause

and you say

‘it’s ok’

i’m glad you think it’s ok.

you don’t live in this brain everyday.