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Sometimes I feel amazing. Everything is beautiful and I love everyone so much.
I want to go on walks, take pictures of those I love, show everyone just how much they mean to me.
I want to watch the sun set and write poetry and everything is so perfect and lovely.
Then that feeling goes away and I'm left feeling almost empty.
I realise I'm a person, a human that people can see.
I have effect over people.
Everything I do has consequences.
Good or bad.
Sometimes those consequences mean hurting people, even if that's not what I want.
Sometimes It feels as though I'm merely a spectator, I don't get to choose what I do, I just watch as I run on autopilot.
Then I get sad, I see existence as suffering.
So much bad happens, the world is dying, people are hurt and the way that life works seems suffocating.
I feel trapped and as though I can't breath, I feel as though it would be better if I was gone.
Yet, that too would cause people to suffer, so then I don't want to exist.
I'm sick of this constant battle I have with myself.
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~ HUMAN INTROSPECTION ~
Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
