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“The night smells of blurred memories.”

— c.v (confidently-tsol)

“It is powerful, isn’t it? The quite violence of what is chosen to remain unsaid”

— c.v

“And after being a home for so many people I still seem unable to be one for myself.”


— c.v (confidently lost)

“I’m afraid I’ve carried this invasive guilt for too long, it has become part of my very being. / The source of it, however, still remains unknown.”

The Irony of my Autodestruction

— allow yourself to feel too much. to be vulnerable. open. to remain soft in a world where people have abandoned their deeply emotional nature. —

“Confidently Lost a collection of thoughts.

(inner dialogues)

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