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Anyone who knows how to fake a smile n make it feel genuine and beautiful. Just know that you were the one meant to be the subject,the muse to Leonardo da Vinci, not that biych Mona Lisa
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might not talk anymore, but guess who's listening to the same song for the 2826362929th time. Yes, it's me. Would I get tired of it, nooooo, but I would accept any new once that would make my blood go in reverse
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did future already happen as in me being the past i've been thinking about or am i the farthest future i'll ever be? or is it that i've lived this life forever but also yet not even once?
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oh, sleep. Nothing else could ever bring me such pleasure, such freedom, the power to feel and move and think and imagine, safe from the miseries of my waking consciousness.
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The snake sheds its skin weekly , a ritual of constant renewal, a shedding of the past to embrace a new form. Yet, it remains cloaked in shadow, its cold-blooded body instinctively recoiling from the sun’s warmth. The heat is not merely physical; it touches something deeper, a raw nerve in its soul, a flinch born from past traumas, from the searing touch of betrayal or rejection. It speaks in a broken tongue, a jumble of forgotten words and fractured syntax. No one understands its mumblings; its attempts at communication fall on deaf ears. The frustration is palpable, a deep ache in its reptilian heart. It would bare its soul, undress itself layer by layer until only the raw essence of its being remained, hoping for understanding, but it's a silent yearning. It exists in a perpetual state of self-imposed exile, a creature forever caught between the need to shed and the terror of exposure.
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some days are so unreal It feels like I’ve been dreaming them all along and then an evidence, a picture or something confirming its reality slaps me across the face then nothing changes n I'm back to March 5th not in October not the summer 2 years back not when I was 12
