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This too shall pass.... .

This too shall pass.... .

This too shall pass.... .

This too shall pass.... .

This too shall pass.... .

Pass.... .

I can't do this

Even if this, too shall pass
I remain behind
For moving on is far too heavy on my heart

So, what should I do?

Should I fight?
Kill myself?
Disappear from life?
Or in the worst case accept it?

IDK

I honestly don’t know what I should do to calm my heart
I don’t know what to do so my soul doesn’t suffer

I’ve both caused harm and been harmed
What was done to me doesn’t matter
What breaks me is what I did to someone else

English is the only language where my real feelings can breathe
I’m lost
I don’t know what I’m doing
I want to know
I want to understand
I don’t want to be who I used to be
I want to change
I want to be better
I want to stop trusting carelessly
I want to stop breaking trust
I want to stop judging
But I don’t know how to become all of that

I’m exhausted
I need to be truly heard and truly understood—
not the illusion of it
I really need someone to listen
This world nauseates me
My own life nauseates me

Living past 18 feels unbearably heavy
I feel like a 100-year-old man who’s lost everything and quietly longs for death
I wish I hadn’t been born into this time
I wish I had never come