Leef :3
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Word vomit paired with pain, enjoy at your own expense. [Of course it's not made to make sense] °²²°
oh. the reason I always wanted to take pictures of random things and places I went, no matter how they were mundane just clicked. Nostalgia warns us of what we'll miss in funny ways doesn't it?
November 26, 2025 at 4:20 AM
oh. the reason I always wanted to take pictures of random things and places I went, no matter how they were mundane just clicked. Nostalgia warns us of what we'll miss in funny ways doesn't it?
Something heavy inside me churns, an ache, a pain, one I can't unlearn. The sickness in me taken over entirely, my emotions sink like stones so wildly.
Let me rot from the inside out, leave me heavy and riddle with gout. My bones will turn back to stone, for how I feel I must always atone.
Let me rot from the inside out, leave me heavy and riddle with gout. My bones will turn back to stone, for how I feel I must always atone.
November 7, 2025 at 4:26 AM
Something heavy inside me churns, an ache, a pain, one I can't unlearn. The sickness in me taken over entirely, my emotions sink like stones so wildly.
Let me rot from the inside out, leave me heavy and riddle with gout. My bones will turn back to stone, for how I feel I must always atone.
Let me rot from the inside out, leave me heavy and riddle with gout. My bones will turn back to stone, for how I feel I must always atone.
And if it's not meant to be then I can't make her see but I know in the end who she'll rip apart is me,leave my bones broken my bruises blooming because even when I fall in the colors I find beauty
October 26, 2025 at 7:16 PM
And if it's not meant to be then I can't make her see but I know in the end who she'll rip apart is me,leave my bones broken my bruises blooming because even when I fall in the colors I find beauty
She is my warmth, my heat through winters
The fine red line that keeps my heart from splinters
Forever an image burned to my eyes, for her, my warmth I'd gladly surmise
The end of my peace, the start of tranquility
For right be her is where I'll forever be
The fine red line that keeps my heart from splinters
Forever an image burned to my eyes, for her, my warmth I'd gladly surmise
The end of my peace, the start of tranquility
For right be her is where I'll forever be
August 27, 2025 at 5:16 PM
She is my warmth, my heat through winters
The fine red line that keeps my heart from splinters
Forever an image burned to my eyes, for her, my warmth I'd gladly surmise
The end of my peace, the start of tranquility
For right be her is where I'll forever be
The fine red line that keeps my heart from splinters
Forever an image burned to my eyes, for her, my warmth I'd gladly surmise
The end of my peace, the start of tranquility
For right be her is where I'll forever be
Life is like lightning, something oddly profound.
It's there and then gone, sometimes with no sound.
The only true proof it was ever there, is the burn in the grass and the smell of the air.
Then it grows over and the strike is long gone, leaving nothing but the next storms song.
It's there and then gone, sometimes with no sound.
The only true proof it was ever there, is the burn in the grass and the smell of the air.
Then it grows over and the strike is long gone, leaving nothing but the next storms song.
August 26, 2025 at 2:40 PM
Life is like lightning, something oddly profound.
It's there and then gone, sometimes with no sound.
The only true proof it was ever there, is the burn in the grass and the smell of the air.
Then it grows over and the strike is long gone, leaving nothing but the next storms song.
It's there and then gone, sometimes with no sound.
The only true proof it was ever there, is the burn in the grass and the smell of the air.
Then it grows over and the strike is long gone, leaving nothing but the next storms song.
Life is lightning striking the ground.
Something common, beautiful and oddly profound.
This exactly is the reason why, with any regrets I refuse to die.
I'll apologize when I need, mourn when I must, but I will never truly rest with regret in my soul.
Life is too quick and beautiful for that.
Something common, beautiful and oddly profound.
This exactly is the reason why, with any regrets I refuse to die.
I'll apologize when I need, mourn when I must, but I will never truly rest with regret in my soul.
Life is too quick and beautiful for that.
August 26, 2025 at 2:38 PM
Life is lightning striking the ground.
Something common, beautiful and oddly profound.
This exactly is the reason why, with any regrets I refuse to die.
I'll apologize when I need, mourn when I must, but I will never truly rest with regret in my soul.
Life is too quick and beautiful for that.
Something common, beautiful and oddly profound.
This exactly is the reason why, with any regrets I refuse to die.
I'll apologize when I need, mourn when I must, but I will never truly rest with regret in my soul.
Life is too quick and beautiful for that.
And while death doesn't scare me
It brings startling clarity
Not anger or surprise, just empty hollow loss
A pain I don't miss I one I left with the moss
Deep in the woods
Where I will mourn
I'll miss you my friends, my darling, my dawns
It brings startling clarity
Not anger or surprise, just empty hollow loss
A pain I don't miss I one I left with the moss
Deep in the woods
Where I will mourn
I'll miss you my friends, my darling, my dawns
August 23, 2025 at 5:48 PM
And while death doesn't scare me
It brings startling clarity
Not anger or surprise, just empty hollow loss
A pain I don't miss I one I left with the moss
Deep in the woods
Where I will mourn
I'll miss you my friends, my darling, my dawns
It brings startling clarity
Not anger or surprise, just empty hollow loss
A pain I don't miss I one I left with the moss
Deep in the woods
Where I will mourn
I'll miss you my friends, my darling, my dawns
And once you can no longer see, the beauty the joy in everything around you, your a long past lost my friend. The natural order, the way things align, I hope my friend you see it again in time
August 20, 2025 at 6:49 PM
And once you can no longer see, the beauty the joy in everything around you, your a long past lost my friend. The natural order, the way things align, I hope my friend you see it again in time
Your my ray of sunshine, my lovely sunshine, part of that big warm family
You'll always know dear, just how I love you, for I'll show It quite frequently
You'll always be here, with me like gravity
And I can give you, all the things I can bring
And you light my way just like you do every day
You'll always know dear, just how I love you, for I'll show It quite frequently
You'll always be here, with me like gravity
And I can give you, all the things I can bring
And you light my way just like you do every day
August 18, 2025 at 4:31 AM
Your my ray of sunshine, my lovely sunshine, part of that big warm family
You'll always know dear, just how I love you, for I'll show It quite frequently
You'll always be here, with me like gravity
And I can give you, all the things I can bring
And you light my way just like you do every day
You'll always know dear, just how I love you, for I'll show It quite frequently
You'll always be here, with me like gravity
And I can give you, all the things I can bring
And you light my way just like you do every day
I have found my peace and I'll work to keep it
I fear for those that refuse to seek it
I watch over my broken secrets
Hoping the day breaks to rescind it
To allow myself to feel grounded and free
What oh life, for that is the penalty?
Born of struggle I sit and wonder,
Should I throw it asunder?
I fear for those that refuse to seek it
I watch over my broken secrets
Hoping the day breaks to rescind it
To allow myself to feel grounded and free
What oh life, for that is the penalty?
Born of struggle I sit and wonder,
Should I throw it asunder?
August 13, 2025 at 2:36 PM
I have found my peace and I'll work to keep it
I fear for those that refuse to seek it
I watch over my broken secrets
Hoping the day breaks to rescind it
To allow myself to feel grounded and free
What oh life, for that is the penalty?
Born of struggle I sit and wonder,
Should I throw it asunder?
I fear for those that refuse to seek it
I watch over my broken secrets
Hoping the day breaks to rescind it
To allow myself to feel grounded and free
What oh life, for that is the penalty?
Born of struggle I sit and wonder,
Should I throw it asunder?
My world is ending
They're taking my rights
Yet they've made sure I'm in no place to fight
The abhorrent laws and anti-human ideology will add a new era to the fall of humanity
I shall sit and wait, and bide my time
For a may have to become a martyr to cross that final line
They're taking my rights
Yet they've made sure I'm in no place to fight
The abhorrent laws and anti-human ideology will add a new era to the fall of humanity
I shall sit and wait, and bide my time
For a may have to become a martyr to cross that final line
August 12, 2025 at 11:31 AM
My world is ending
They're taking my rights
Yet they've made sure I'm in no place to fight
The abhorrent laws and anti-human ideology will add a new era to the fall of humanity
I shall sit and wait, and bide my time
For a may have to become a martyr to cross that final line
They're taking my rights
Yet they've made sure I'm in no place to fight
The abhorrent laws and anti-human ideology will add a new era to the fall of humanity
I shall sit and wait, and bide my time
For a may have to become a martyr to cross that final line
And once he turned and asked "What will you leave behind when tomorrow turns to today?"
To me it's rather simple.
The dust of what once was. I leave behind what I must, even if it's parts of me.
Otherwise tomorrow would seem pretty heavy, if you have everything from yesterday, wouldn't it be?
To me it's rather simple.
The dust of what once was. I leave behind what I must, even if it's parts of me.
Otherwise tomorrow would seem pretty heavy, if you have everything from yesterday, wouldn't it be?
August 1, 2025 at 2:36 AM
And once he turned and asked "What will you leave behind when tomorrow turns to today?"
To me it's rather simple.
The dust of what once was. I leave behind what I must, even if it's parts of me.
Otherwise tomorrow would seem pretty heavy, if you have everything from yesterday, wouldn't it be?
To me it's rather simple.
The dust of what once was. I leave behind what I must, even if it's parts of me.
Otherwise tomorrow would seem pretty heavy, if you have everything from yesterday, wouldn't it be?
Old hills roll, holding my soul that I long since have departed. I undig my grave, holding my weight as memories track me so kindly. Who I once was, who I now am, incompatible for what I now stand, my will leaving me like trickling sand. I look down and mourn my early end, putting dirt back again.
May 10, 2025 at 2:43 AM
Old hills roll, holding my soul that I long since have departed. I undig my grave, holding my weight as memories track me so kindly. Who I once was, who I now am, incompatible for what I now stand, my will leaving me like trickling sand. I look down and mourn my early end, putting dirt back again.
O Trembling bird that goes unheard as the wind takes its toll. The nest was scattered, it's lifes work shattered by natures unforgiving role. To build again with a broken wing, or to greet the reaper and sadly sing. Disparity lacing each wing beat, leaving it to crash heavily on broken bruised feet.
May 10, 2025 at 2:32 AM
O Trembling bird that goes unheard as the wind takes its toll. The nest was scattered, it's lifes work shattered by natures unforgiving role. To build again with a broken wing, or to greet the reaper and sadly sing. Disparity lacing each wing beat, leaving it to crash heavily on broken bruised feet.
If shit goes to hell
Don't bid me farewell
You'll find me again in the pits with old pell
Keep your head high for the night is nigh
And morning will come with bright new eyes
Don't bid me farewell
You'll find me again in the pits with old pell
Keep your head high for the night is nigh
And morning will come with bright new eyes
April 30, 2025 at 10:03 PM
If shit goes to hell
Don't bid me farewell
You'll find me again in the pits with old pell
Keep your head high for the night is nigh
And morning will come with bright new eyes
Don't bid me farewell
You'll find me again in the pits with old pell
Keep your head high for the night is nigh
And morning will come with bright new eyes
I want comfort yet nobody has any to give, tell me please is this how I must live? Alone and wary, I think I'll be this way until my life's end. Reaching out has only broken my bones, and leaving has taken me far from safe zones. Is there trust to be found, when there is no stable common ground?
April 30, 2025 at 1:18 AM
I want comfort yet nobody has any to give, tell me please is this how I must live? Alone and wary, I think I'll be this way until my life's end. Reaching out has only broken my bones, and leaving has taken me far from safe zones. Is there trust to be found, when there is no stable common ground?
Do not drag me back to the past, for instead of bone I'm now made of glass. It is true we weren't meant to last, but I promise one day the pain will pass.
March 24, 2025 at 2:59 AM
Do not drag me back to the past, for instead of bone I'm now made of glass. It is true we weren't meant to last, but I promise one day the pain will pass.
A bird a hold fond, a dear darling swan. Much like me, a surprise to none. When their heart breaks, their sanity too. Is it why losing my heart sent me askew?
March 14, 2025 at 1:07 AM
A bird a hold fond, a dear darling swan. Much like me, a surprise to none. When their heart breaks, their sanity too. Is it why losing my heart sent me askew?
Short and sweet just like my damn patience.
February 17, 2025 at 4:04 PM
Short and sweet just like my damn patience.
And what is it I seek in the dark the absence, the void of obsolete? Why do I wander further, a nomad to who the emptiness beckons and welcomes. To wander more is to lose myself, but the feeling of my soul begs me to wander so. Is it because I wish to be isolated, or that I seek to know whats there
January 9, 2025 at 3:31 PM
And what is it I seek in the dark the absence, the void of obsolete? Why do I wander further, a nomad to who the emptiness beckons and welcomes. To wander more is to lose myself, but the feeling of my soul begs me to wander so. Is it because I wish to be isolated, or that I seek to know whats there
I am not where I'm supposed to be, my friend, my dear it's why I must flee. A nomad, a roamer, traveler at heart, very true. I was so reclusive, because I knew I'd hurt you. Your hand outstretched in the warm summer plain, I turn sadly for I know; I won't travel here again.
January 4, 2025 at 4:39 AM
I am not where I'm supposed to be, my friend, my dear it's why I must flee. A nomad, a roamer, traveler at heart, very true. I was so reclusive, because I knew I'd hurt you. Your hand outstretched in the warm summer plain, I turn sadly for I know; I won't travel here again.
With this world turning I've given up discerning and watched as it tilts and sways. Unsurety rises over many demises, how many will be mourning Christmas day?
December 7, 2024 at 8:16 PM
With this world turning I've given up discerning and watched as it tilts and sways. Unsurety rises over many demises, how many will be mourning Christmas day?
Lifeless and empty, boiling in envy guided by silence that sent me. Split in twain I held on so vain to a lifelike pain I thoroughly plundered. Mangled and hollow, my heart now follows the steps my brain once trod.
November 27, 2024 at 7:33 PM
Lifeless and empty, boiling in envy guided by silence that sent me. Split in twain I held on so vain to a lifelike pain I thoroughly plundered. Mangled and hollow, my heart now follows the steps my brain once trod.
Broken I stand shattering to sand as my trust is broken again by human hands. I watch forlorn as my heart is torn between wavering strength and spiteful disdain. Bleed me dry, hang me high so I may watch over thine mourning. My death was yours, soul taken by wars you so lovingly started.
November 27, 2024 at 2:31 AM
Broken I stand shattering to sand as my trust is broken again by human hands. I watch forlorn as my heart is torn between wavering strength and spiteful disdain. Bleed me dry, hang me high so I may watch over thine mourning. My death was yours, soul taken by wars you so lovingly started.
Have you thought, even for a moment, the reason we pull away is because we sense they no longer feel the same? Because if was not recently my dear you begun looking my way in disdain. It felt in my heart heavy with pain, so from you I began to abstain.
November 18, 2024 at 11:53 PM
Have you thought, even for a moment, the reason we pull away is because we sense they no longer feel the same? Because if was not recently my dear you begun looking my way in disdain. It felt in my heart heavy with pain, so from you I began to abstain.