12 am and there's a pit in my stomach. something i never thought i'd ever feel again. my heart is racing miles per hour, catching up to something hidden from plain sight.
peace is what i crave yet i continuously sought the cause of my pain. peace is what i want and yet i can't seem to understand it's true meaning. i can never achieve peace because i look over my shoulder focusing on what's left behind me.
i wonder when i'll be able to set myself free from my own torments called promises. i wonder when i'll be brave enough to break my own pledge. brave enough to live without constantly blaming myself on what had happened and what will happen.
regardless, i will force myself to sleep, so i can dream of peace i can never achieve. regardless, i will force myself to be contented, so fear can never break my conviction. regardless, i will force myself to love because that is all i've ever known.
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dysregulated thoughts i have when i think of whom
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Non-FictionI caught myself thinking about something out of my control once again. This time, I recorded it, and maybe once I'm healed, I can read my past thoughts and smile at how far I've come. This is a collection of thoughts of Feral. Existentialism is wha...
