Man I Really Hate It When My Brown Eyes Turn Black 🥺🥺

I like shadowsugar and all but I can't help but see their dynamic as this lol

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Meeting someone beautiful and they reveal the beauty in me too

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everyone says 'prioritize your health' 'look after yourself' until they realize that making your wellbeing your first priority means making everything else a lower priority. and yeah, that's sometimes ok if it's temporary, but if those health issues are chronic? oh boy do they not like it when you actually take their advice. sometimes prioritizing your health means neglecting your work, your household chores, your social life. 'looking after yourself' means not putting your energy into looking after everyone else first. and the same people who tell you to prioritize your health will get upset with you when they realize it means you're no longer priorizing them.

if you have disabled or chronically ill people in your life and you extend them sympathy and tell them to look after themselves when they're feeling sick, but then you get upset at then because they keep canceling plans. please. reevaluate.

i think they're gonna make it, guys

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Mom

If there was something that annoyed me greatly in my childhood,

It would be all the little boys and girls– That would cry out for their mothers

Their shrieks and wailing. It made my head ache

No, I'm nothing like those children

I don't need a mother, I don't need her at all

I've grown stronger, becoming an adult more quickly than others

She looks at me with foggy eyes, they are unable to comfort

I hate her, I can't bear to look into her eyes devoid of love

She doesn't say anything, only sighs, and I immediately know what she means

I pity her, I'm okay with her leaving a child she didn't want.

She holds a knife, slowly cutting into the board

I loathe her, I wish she'd step out of my life– let me breathe

She leaves the room, and it's like she was never there. I'm left with an open wound

I miss her. I yearn for her touch, no matter how forced it felt

“Mom, where did you go?” I ask

“Mom, come back!” I cry out.

“Mom, hold me!” I yell.

“Mom, tell me I'm still your little girl,” I beg.

Mom, you really are a cruel and tragic woman

How dare you give birth to a child and walk away

How dare you leave me all alone in this world

Psst, I got a secret.

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