I feel like I'm doing to much now. Always busy, always trying to be busy, never relaxing. It seems I don't want to relax, because it seems like I'm wasting what precious time I have in life. I guess I just need people to say I'm doing something useful, that I'm making a legacy. But that's so difficult to do, especially since bad people are remembered in history way more than good people.
I'm thinking of the far, far future again. Because one day, it won't be far at all. It will be the present, and I will have done nothing. I will have to face death.
FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK FCUK FUCK OH MU GOD THAT HURTS SO BAD WHAT THE FUUUCCCKKKK
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I WILL HAVE TO FACE DEATH
I WILL HAVE TO SEE EVERYONE DIE
I WILL HAVE TO SEE BEYOND THE EDGE
I'm SCARED
SO SCARED
WHY
WHY
WHY
WHY AM I SO FUCKING SCARED
AM I GOING TO HAVE THIS CRISIS LATER IN LIFE AS WELL
AM I GOING TO FOREVER WORRY
AND NEVER FIND PEACE
OH FUCK
OH FUCK
OH FUCK IT HURTS
IT HURTS
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I'm... I'm crying...
Why did i do that? Why did i force myself to imagine that? Why am i still doing it? Help
Help me
Please someone help me
"Please someone come and help me" lyric by OR3O in "Help Me"
Please please please
I don't want to cry anymore
I don't want to worry any more
I do t want to be scared any more
Please, let me go.
Let me go.
Please.
I'll go to sleep, wake up, and everything will be fine.
Everything will soon be fine.
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Abstraction
Non-Fiction[Started on: June 14, 2022] This is an abstraction of real thoughts. My thoughts. Every time I feel harsh worry, dread, or fear, I will write; I will write right here. Those who want to read about another's poetry, go ahead, but I can't promise...
