I'm Feeling More Corrupted Than Ever.

𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔦𝔱

Everything “is” and “isn’t” at the same time, all truths are but half truths and every truth is half false, there are two sides to everything, opposites are identical in nature, yet different in degree, extremes meet, and all paradoxes may be reconciled

— The Kybalion

The other day I thought had seen you. Insomnia, and I remember all the things I feel for you. My heart stopped in this moment. and after that, only tears come outs from my eyes.

Walking and thinking in all the things to say, cry and smile together lost in time.

Because none say nothing never.

Insomnia, my old friend. It has been a while. My heart is broken in so many places and in so many ways by so many things and so many people. I'm not sure how much more I can take, it will eventually crumble and crumble. Oh bittersweet insomnia, would you finally let me sleep? slowly, or all at once, it doesn't matter. I just want to close my eyes and move away to a place where nothing exists, where I don't exist. A place where my heart is kept locked up, intact and without blemish. I never wore it on my sleeve or recklessly waited for another temporary person to keep it safe, with temporary intentions and temporary feelings, that they will temporarily worry as long as it is convenient for them. I know that you are not like that, But when it is not like that, my tears from my eyes will go away and after countless nights crying for something like forever, for you, for your friendship, for our bond because of how much I miss you. .. Ultimately, my fear is that my oldest friend will release her grip and let me sleep.

Perhaps today I had to die

Happy spring 🌸🌷🌿🌱💐

Let me know what can I do to get your friendship again ?

Her name.... Is "L" but now l like to call her insomnia... I can't sleep well after her departure. Please Come back, give me a other opportunity

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