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"አቦ እሷ ተፍታ ናት!.. ሃጃ የለባትም!.."
ዘና ማለት በሚወድ ቀብራራ ሰው ስም ቸልተኝነቴን ያዳንቃሉ::
"ጣጣ የሌለብሽ ልጅ! ትመቺኛለሽ.."
ለራሴ ብመች ደስ ይለኝ ነበር::
ቀኖች ሲተካኩ በዛው ልክ ይህ አልባሌ ፀባዬ እየተባባሰ .. ከራስ ጋ ለመዋቀስ የተቀመጠው ውስጣዊ ድምፄ ሲበዛ እየተዝናና.. ሰው መሆን እየጠፋብኝ..
መልዓከ ሞት ቢመጣ ትከሻው ለይ እጄን ጥዬ ወሬዬን ምቀድ ይመስለኛል.. እግዜር ለፍርድ በዘረጋው ጉባዔ ፊት ምስቅ.. በጥፊ ተባብዬ በሰከንዶች ምታረቅ..
አይምሮዬ አለቀቀም ለማለት የውሸት እቆጣለው.. ልቤ ህይወቷ አልጠፋም ልል አብዝቼ ጮኃለው.. የበደሉኝ እንዳልበደሉኝ ቢኖሩ.. ያሳዘንኳቸው በቅፅበት ቢረሱልኝ.. በአየር ለይ ብንሳፈፍ.. ባህሩን አቋርጬ ብሮጥ.. ምንም ነገሬ ሚለወጥ አይመስለኝም...
ይህ ስር የሰደደ ግዴለሽነቴን አፍኜ እንደሰዉ ምኖር ልዩ ፍጥረት... ምኔ እንደሞተ እንጃ.. ፈጣሪ ይጠብቅ
"አቦ እሷ ተፍታ ናት!.. ሃጃ የለባትም!.."
ዘና ማለት በሚወድ ቀብራራ ሰው ስም ቸልተኝነቴን ያዳንቃሉ::
"ጣጣ የሌለብሽ ልጅ! ትመቺኛለሽ.."
ለራሴ ብመች ደስ ይለኝ ነበር::
ቀኖች ሲተካኩ በዛው ልክ ይህ አልባሌ ፀባዬ እየተባባሰ .. ከራስ ጋ ለመዋቀስ የተቀመጠው ውስጣዊ ድምፄ ሲበዛ እየተዝናና.. ሰው መሆን እየጠፋብኝ..
መልዓከ ሞት ቢመጣ ትከሻው ለይ እጄን ጥዬ ወሬዬን ምቀድ ይመስለኛል.. እግዜር ለፍርድ በዘረጋው ጉባዔ ፊት ምስቅ.. በጥፊ ተባብዬ በሰከንዶች ምታረቅ..
አይምሮዬ አለቀቀም ለማለት የውሸት እቆጣለው.. ልቤ ህይወቷ አልጠፋም ልል አብዝቼ ጮኃለው.. የበደሉኝ እንዳልበደሉኝ ቢኖሩ.. ያሳዘንኳቸው በቅፅበት ቢረሱልኝ.. በአየር ለይ ብንሳፈፍ.. ባህሩን አቋርጬ ብሮጥ.. ምንም ነገሬ ሚለወጥ አይመስለኝም...
ይህ ስር የሰደደ ግዴለሽነቴን አፍኜ እንደሰዉ ምኖር ልዩ ፍጥረት... ምኔ እንደሞተ እንጃ.. ፈጣሪ ይጠብቅ
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Forwarded from Scribe your soul out
how does one reclaim their academic confidence?
i feel hollow, and i don’t like feeling empty in this part of myself.
i feel hollow, and i don’t like feeling empty in this part of myself.
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HAFSA
getting into david goggins content cuz nothing is doing it anymore
Woke up thinking I need to do something I hate for some time (till the end of this month is the initial plan) after watching David Goggins and feeling like I'm a lazy bum(I wasn't joking when I said I'm getting into his content)
So, we're gonna do a challenge where I do something every day (new or consistent) that'd challenge me and make me hate myself.
I'm not sure what the list is gonna contain and whether I'm gonna add new ones as days go by or start with a predefined list tho
tldr: do what you hate challenge till the end of the month, suggestions are welcome
So, we're gonna do a challenge where I do something every day (new or consistent) that'd challenge me and make me hate myself.
I'm not sure what the list is gonna contain and whether I'm gonna add new ones as days go by or start with a predefined list tho
tldr: do what you hate challenge till the end of the month, suggestions are welcome
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HAFSA
Woke up thinking I need to do something I hate for some time (till the end of this month is the initial plan) after watching David Goggins and feeling like I'm a lazy bum(I wasn't joking when I said I'm getting into his content) So, we're gonna do a challenge…
update: I chased instant gratification and didn't hate myself today.
status: FAIL!!
status: FAIL!!
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I need someone who gives me exams before my actual exams start,
with real consequences
with real consequences
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Is she the chimney, or the smoke that passes through it?
She has absorbed the smoke, the smell, the dark, until she became it. She no longer recognises what’s left of her beyond the grime, the oily, oily grime.
She imagines she was a good chimney(if that’s even a thing)just to feel a little better about the burn mark she is.
She likes to think she made the world(that tiny hut) better by inhaling its excrement, by giving it back to clean air.
She knows she didn’t see much of it when she was clean at first. She thought, what a thing to be created as, what a purpose to serve. Alas.
Now she longs for a cleaning hand, something to clear the fog, to see past her black. Her tip has narrowed, and some of the smoke now bounces back, forcing the house to reflect what she has been for too long: a confinement for all that was left out.
'kill her, for she's a witch!!'
She has absorbed the smoke, the smell, the dark, until she became it. She no longer recognises what’s left of her beyond the grime, the oily, oily grime.
She imagines she was a good chimney(if that’s even a thing)just to feel a little better about the burn mark she is.
She likes to think she made the world(that tiny hut) better by inhaling its excrement, by giving it back to clean air.
She knows she didn’t see much of it when she was clean at first. She thought, what a thing to be created as, what a purpose to serve. Alas.
Now she longs for a cleaning hand, something to clear the fog, to see past her black. Her tip has narrowed, and some of the smoke now bounces back, forcing the house to reflect what she has been for too long: a confinement for all that was left out.
'kill her, for she's a witch!!'
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