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memory loss feels promising to forget you all at once
cover yourself with a silhouette, even though I know it's you
too sweaty to look βfineβ
love runs out in old people
Feelings of sadness and torment make it easier for me to understand life
my parents took care of me to be healthy, I did stupid things to get to the end of my life faster
This head hurts, I wish I could blow it off
Dreaming about you still makes me miss you, is it true that I have forgotten you like this? Is it true that I gave up on you in the end?
Our silent battleβs are the loudest ones
Sleep is the best remedy of a tiring day
You can just hide it from everyone. But be honest with yourself.
Everyone will destroy you. Don't let yourself destroy yourself.
Poetry is not a story, its content is an outpouring of emotion.
You never know how hard I tried to accept myself. Even I once felt that I was indeed inappropriate for someone
*crying in dutch*
Loneliness is an invisible killer