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a part of me will always wonder why

i lowkey don't wanna tell anyone what's going on in my life anymore

born to mimir forced to estudar

oh to be loved the way i love

não me matou, mas me deixa com vontade de morrer todas as vezes que eu lembro

nothing hurts more than seeing myself again in the same situation after getting better for a while

pretending to be okay with a situation that makes my heart physically hurt

healing isn’t enough, i need my memory erased

nothing is more heartbreaking than trying your best and it still not being good enough

“wya?” my limit bro, i’m at my limit.

gaslighting myself into thinking everything will be okay