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“Sads” is senior year in arabic for those who don’t know

Dear Sads, “I hate you” I’d like to say that “I hate you,” but hatred is not even close to how I feel. I do not think there is a word in the English dictionary that’ll be able to do you justice; there isn’t a word that’ll even be able to fathom how much I despise you. You’re a cruel, cruel being, almost as bad as the devil himself, and that says a lot about you. Every year you select more victims; they greet you with smiles and a welcoming soul, and you take those smiles and give them blood in return. You suck out their souls like a mosquito drains its victims, and once you have them, you turn them into something dark and bruised, then return them just like a civilian returns books to the library. Yet you return them a year late, and still get away without any fees. When will the world learn not to lend you their children? When will the world realize you’re not a good safe-keeper, that the books you return are always stained and shredded? When will the world see you for the monster you are? When will the children stop breaking their bones, and puncturing their skin for you? When will the mothers rest?

My eyelids are getting heavy and closing, closing, closing.. which makes me wonder if the heaviness of the lids that I feel is even real or is it an illusion that my mind illustrates on my eyelids due to me feeling tired? I search it up. Eyelids are not heavy. The mind is a great liar indeed, for making it seem as if it is as heavy as a boulder, using my derivation of sleep to it’s advantage. I wonder, what else has this mind tricked me into believing?

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17 hid away behind the clouds and disappeared. But I didn’t even get to say goodbye.

18 was a rainstorm, and I forgot my umbrella.

Everyone still remember third of december but what about third of february? ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Happy new year

The crimson heart weeps in utter despair; confused. Will a monster wearing human flesh be treated the same as a human? Perhaps the answer could be yes, since only the lord holds all answers. But would it be fair? (Perhaps it wouldn’t) would be most peoples answer, but they do not know. They do not know if the human would be sinful, and you think so what, even if it was, that wouldn’t grant it the same rights as a monster, right? The human sins all morning and begs for forgiveness at night. While the monster maybe has no choice. What if someone has poisoned the monster with a kind of rot that targets the bone marrow, decays it’s flesh, turning it into the very monster it is today, forced to hide under human flesh, hidden from praying eyes, since its raw form is so gory your eyes would sting and burn just by barely glimpsing at it?

I lied, I do notice the waves of silence washes over the room as soon as I step in

Why are we going around questioning what we were told to follow blindly? Does being more self-aware of your existence than average make you feel your life worth something? What's the point of it all— the questioning, the rebelling? Do these really make our lives better? Haven’t we evolved to be this way through centuries, and now we’re trying to break free from nature?

First of december

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