Me Facing My Problems

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Цветове в танц-

струйна кръв по хълмове

очите зреят .

-t.f.s.

“With such a hell in your heart and your head, how can you live? How can you love?”

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

Will is not broken

Even through darkness

Through hallways of death,

Through rage and pain,

Sickness in vain ,

It is easier to open a door

rather than unleash fears.

-t.f.s.

“And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.”

— Jane Austen

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When silence speaks power more than words can, I prefer to stay on my own.

-t.f.s.

The tip of your fingers led me to beautiful places- like the beauty in your eyes,

but in my dreams they were slowly fading

when you rushed our kiss to end.

-t.f.s.

Title.

My life? It has no title.

It has edges that I have

to break through.

-t.f.s

Your sadness is my sadness. Wherever you go,I'll follow you and spoil your spirit. I'll be hoping for you to grow more courage anyway. I'll be there with you,you're just not going to notice,I'm quiet yet calm,loving and patient for your heart. Because one day I'll be the one to warm it up.

-t.f.s.

people are like “i am fine” and then stare into the void all night.

its me, i am people.