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There always seems to be a common thread. I’m fully willing to admit when I’m the problem. Not sure why this happens but I often feel suffocated very easily by others. Right away the feeling just screams something doesn’t feel right.
Then they start trying to change you into who they want you to be and not seeing who you are. Maybe I misconstrued some things myself. I wanted you to be someone or something you no longer are. I think I saw the shadow and whisper of who you used to be and wished it was still alive in you. Last night just seemed to make that even more clear to me. The old you had died long ago. I’m just standing in an open grave.

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Cadrewolf2
19:02 Apr 28 2026

Be yourself, had an ex that tried to make me someone else. I lost myself so much, but happier when I am me

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IICrimsonII
19:25 Apr 28 2026

I can’t be something other than what I am to a certain degree. Yes admittedly there can be other factors at play but inherently I am not going to kill a certain part of myself to make them more comfortable with what they can’t face within themselves.

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It’s the little things. The things that one won’t say or the thing that they choose to admit out loud.
I grow tired of so many things these days.
The games the contempt. The little jabs of the knife but those things are becoming less important to me.
I dreamt of the full moon, of blood so much blood and of death last night. Not some kind of final death but an awakening to darkness…eternity
Darkness is no stranger to me. I have been pushing it back for some time now.
Making myself weak for those that want to use me. You don’t know sweet child the way I was formed. You know the things I’m capable of but you continue you all continue. I don’t need to travel to take your very soul but sit and find the thread that’s yours. You don’t know how kind I have been to you lost child.
I am beginning to rise from my slumber again and I won’t be responsible for the carnage I leave behind in it’s wake.

He’s my calm. My safety. He listens to me. Cares about what hurts me. He is sensitive, kind, respectful and attentive.
He makes me feel seen and heard.
Not sure where this will lead but I’m willing to see.