I hate all tomorrows; nothing good has ever awaited me in any tomorrow.
βPeople are pieces of broken glass beneath a painting of great beauty.β
My dear friend, I want you to know that those shards arenβt as ugly as you thinkβeven if theyβre too shattered ever to be put back together. Take that beautiful painting away from in front of you, and show your pieces to someone who can build a real shape out of them. Hey, boyβI wish for you an artist who will see you in your most beautiful form.
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Thank you for that elegant wish; I hope you achieve whatever it is that keeps you from sleeping soundly at night.
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He spends his days in a place where he does not belongβeven if by compulsionβtrapped by a mindset and a label that bear no relation to his true identity. He yearns for a future life where chains do not stand in the way of his dreams.
I donβt even try to fix my sleep schedule, I love it take it or leave it (I literally canβt do anything about it)
Eyes never lie, but wallah yours did.