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Photo by  Kinga Cichewicz  on  Unsplash Freud said that disregarding our desires and instincts can make us saturated with our own agony and guilt. The more we suppress what we want, the more we become aggressive. The bomb is ticking — we’ll soon explode, and let our agony flow freely, like when a balloon full of air blast and all its air freely abandons the premises of its past captivator. One of my main concerns is being labeled and defined by the society we live in, or perhaps I live in. I’ve written about my  fear of being labeled , but I hate being labeled as much as I fear it. My story begins when I was merely 6 years old. That’s when my parents decided to immigrate to another country so that I could have a better future. At that time, my parents were younger than I’m today. This fact made me contemplate — would have I acted the same? would have I been able to make such a choice? I’d never forgotten my first day in our new country, everything was brand-new to me.

Photo by  Barth Bailey  on  Unsplash I pushed the entrance door but I couldn't open it I pushed harder but is stayed intact no matter what I had attempted it had never left a single impact I pushed myself forward dodging whatever came along I thought I knew better as long as I moved onward I had dismissed everyone that might be a part of my path, carelessly, I kept dodging whatever came along I wish I could have some remorse for the path,  I thought I had taken but  I was just never going in any direction I was constantly avoiding migration towards what I felt would make me go onwards what  an inner digression

Photo by  Matteo Kutufa  on  Unsplash Why  do you  go to that same place time and time again? You  circle the premises of an abandoned place that remains bypassed You circle the premises search for the broken and seek to bring  together fragments of their broken hearts Why do you go against the flow why do you love the broken, with the shattered heart? I tried and failed to follow your soul, one that endured and collected bits and pieces of the broken One that endured and never could turn a blind eye on a passerby's pain

Photo by  Nong Vang  on  Unsplash “ Nevermore ” | 8 out of 365 Untold anecdotes, pages and pages of what we  once were, recollections we no longer had shared memories   nevermore remained the same nevermore pictured what  we might have had memories  had transformed throughout time shifted their shape enabling our grand escape anecdotes of self-reflection and regret, unveiling unbounded passion that had begun with  a premature impulsion @p resnyakov.julia

Is there any antidote to the engulfing sorrow? Downbeat, I was unable to flee from the ravages of my own dolor I was fumbling to find a light rummaging for a crescent moon or a hidden star I was fumbling to find a light that will point to my freedom to a place distant from the lurking inner scars Yet, I was unable to flee from my own scars, as the freezing embrace of the darkness gently steered me towards my own madness

I believed the vantage point was in my favor, Poignantly I’d disregarded your embellished truth I supposed I could and took a leap of faith, Your elicit silence only echoed from afar Unknowingly I’d stood on the edge of the precipice, Waiting for your pledge I’d beheld your moves Unaware of your embellished truth, You’d directed your verdict from the very start

Lost inside my head. Utter confusion. It can seem that there's an entire day full of possibilities, but once you start to check off tasks from the daily mental checklist, it seems like you will never be able to get to the 2nd or 3rd item on the list, as the 1st item execution drains out your energy entirely. During work hours, I have managed to escape this beast that was tantalizing me on my days off. At work, it seemed like I was doing fine, I could focus on the daily tasks and finish most of them by the end of the day. Maybe in retrospect, I was not doing so well, I felt always so self-conscious and my clients managed to push me to my limits. I remember numerous occasions on which I raised my voice during conversations on the phone, which was not at all typical, and there were times I was crying the entire conversation and trying miserably to disguise it. Going forward, I was trying to analyze and understand what it is. I was scrolling through my Pinterest app, looking