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We will all die one day, everyone knows that.  But no one talks about how many little deaths we face along the way.  We mourn ourselves while still living, burying pieces of ourselves long before the body finally gives up.  And maybe that’s why, when the last breath comes, it somehow feels strangely familiar, because … Read more

They never warned us that growing up, meant growing tired., not just of the world but of ourselves.  That “how are you?”, would become a question, We don’t answer honestly anymore.  We all foolishly thought adulthood meant freedom.  Instead it’s crying in the shower, because that’s the only time you’re alone, and pretending you’re fine, … Read more

Hay bartender,poor me something strong,not to forget,just to sit with the weight of it all.Make it dark,like the nights I can’t sleep,make it burn,like the thoughts I can’t drown.No chaser, no ice,let it sting the way life does,let it remind me that I’m still here,even if I don’t know why.Hay bartender,do you ever wonder,how many … Read more