tacenda: things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence
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It's my pleasure to be inviting you to the inside: a compilation of poems I wrote and still do whenever my mind refuses to focus.
It's a stupor-inducing blur, but it's al...
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The best way that anyone could describe Life, with all of its setbacks Is a free fall with no climax And the bitter truths that you've got to imbibe.
We do dominantly feel So scared, yet still so hopeful Of the mind playing an unending reel To encompass visions that are doleful.
Sometimes sleep is the only available escape But life's too cruel to grant it so easy To be captured inside a prison of haunting mindscapes, Doesn't make the fall any less greasy.
You can't cry for help, not really For the murk it's laden with is enough for it to drown And finding life guards is difficult, clearly Where no one wants to save even themselves From the abyss deep down.
Maybe we could own the world, bend The way we look down upon ourselves; but so strange That there's a spoiler which shall never change: We all die in the end.
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I mean, it's true, isn't it? What's the point of trying to be better people when in the end, it's all gonna be history and forgotten anyway? That's a question everyone asks themselves at some point.
And I won't claim to know the answer, because I don't. That's just it. I don't know if there's a point, but until I find a definite answer to my question, I shall keep trying. To do everything I can: which is to be the best version of me.
Maybe you should try it too. :) Don't give up hope yet; there's always something worse, and better that could change your life.❤️
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