promises of weaklings

to fall in love and refusing to let it sink in,

to swallow pain after realizing what you had is now gone,

and to live a life when you don't understand what life even carries...

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these are the inner aches that could be list down just to name a few,

the incurable and confusing blend of infinite strokes of blurred lines that turns into a matte sheet resembling a veil that bothers the vision of what's left of us to see.

it consumes you wholly,

 or by the least makes you lose your balance.

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i hate falling into this void of continuous numbness and paralysis,

feeling so far from my own self.

feeling as if i am there yet a part of me is elsewhere...

or wishes to be somewhere else.

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calculations of possibilities and what ifs becomes a side effect of this occurrence.

tripping into somewhere that's much more worse than darkness.

a place where you cant follow the light...

not because of the lack of its existence...

but more as if  it is coming from every nook and cranny of the vast existence surrounding you speck like existence.

you're not worried, not even grieving...

just constantly wondering...

addicted to over thinking and the patterns that it makes.

you're an emotional youngling who hates emotions and couldn't control it.

confused... you're confused.

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i cant help you.

i don't have the guidelines to show you where to go and what to do,

what to feel and what not to.

i cant even help myself.

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but i could give you a promise.

a promise with a shape similar to all of those promises that had ever been given to you;

both forgotten and fulfilled.

a promise that is a chain of words,

something cheaper than cheap.

but this promise of mine is not empty.

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I...

i promise to walk by you,

through those blinding lights,

whilst tripping into that void,

be it with a veil of lines covering what's in front of us,

be it being blind completely.

though at times i can't stay by you,

i promise my prayers will.

though happiness is far from you,

loneliness would never come close.

i promise i will care.

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so it is okay to be weak,

it is okay to be sad.

to be sensitive and emotional...

just don't give up.

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