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We as humans tend to strive for the things we know will never come. The question as to why the desire for what can never be had and why the human mind seeks out for it more than anything else can never be told. Why do we reach for things that we know are out of reach? Is it because, we somehow think we're unlike anyone else, and that we're special enough to have things go our way? That we're actually capable of achieving something that is never meant to be achieved? If everyone thinks that way, won't everyone be disappointed? Could it all le...
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CW: contains themes of domestic violence, emotional abuse, self-harm, and trauma.Hands on the wheel. Hands on the wheel. Focus focus focus focus. Not on the raging thoughts within my head, or the white patches of skin making their way to my fingertips from how hard I'm gripping. Not on the pounding in my chest that still hasn't gone away, or on the tears I so desperately want to let go of.No. I have to focus on the road. The miles and miles of what once was an empty field, filled with the beauty of greenery, flowers, maybe even a river, who ...
The breeze is something I've missed. All these years gone by, forever to stay in the past, and not one did I come back here. Not even for a month. Not even for a week nor just one singular day. 24 hours. Why didn't I come back here? It's stupid of me to ask myself that question, really, when I know the answer. I know myself, I'm not that stupid. My knowledge can overtake me sometimes, tricking me into trying to forget how I really feel as to make myself feel better. But the truth hurts, and it really fucking sucks sometimes. There's nothing ...
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