Author: Austin
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Where am I going? This question has always plagued me. “What do you want to be when you grow up?If you had a million dollars what would you do?” they’re all the same. Frankly, I have no idea where i’m going. My general plan in life is college; that’s it. In 2018 there was no…
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5/10/26
You ever feel like there’s something wrong with you? Yeah, me too. I’ve pretty much always felt like there was something wrong with me. I’m not sure when or what caused it really, but it’s been there. Watching over me. Sometimes it would take my hands. It would wrap its hands into mine, clasping the…
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Journal Entry #unknown
It’s been 10,679 days since I got here. I’ve ran out of proper bowls for food and cereal, I’ve resorted to 16oz yogurt tubs as an alternative
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An Unsent Letter
Firstly, I wanna say thank you for this heartfelt message. I’ve been struggling with how to respond to your message. If these drafts were hand-written, one might think it snowed in my room. That being said, I feel that this draft will be the one that’s sent. It’s always a pleasure to see You, XXXX…
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Personal interpretations and understandings on how reality is and operates, divides and prevents understandings.
Don’t have any authority or education on the matter, just taking a stab at describing something I’ve noticed.
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Needing Answers to an Unknown Question
I can’t quite put my finger on it, yet I feel its presence. I’m not sure if it’s a pressure, or something that manifests such, but as I said, it’s all around me; ever present. Silencing my mind, it feels like a question, one that I can’t see the words too, only the question mark…
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Man Among the Flys
A man sits and eats accompanied by flies. A man separated from all through perception. His world, one of hellish confusion, and twisted wills. Angry he abides, tongue bitten through. Resenting and seething, there’s lament for his reality. The anger exists through the mystery of his ailment. A disability, unable to see the real world,…
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Betraying The Heart For Comfort of Convenience
It’s with equal parts frustration and sorrow that I write this letter. Frustration in feeling as if what I say fails to capture the essence of how I feel and what it is I want to say vs what it is that I mean to say. Sorrow for knowing that I speak not to the…
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Ready, set, start
I wanna pour out all the reasons, one-by-one, why I’ve given myself 6 more years. But you know what, it doesn’t matter. I could construct every reason “why” down to the perfect explanation, yet it would never be enough. Truth is it’s never going to be enough to someone who loves you. It’s never enough…
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