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When Friendship Starts Catching Feelings Before You Do

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I met this girl playing Zombies. Not at a bar. Not through Tinder. Not because some algorithm decided we’d make “a great match.” I was literally minding my business, shooting digital corpses in the face. She sent me a friend request afterward and asked if I wanted to run it back. I said sure. She wanted to hit round 50. I’d done it before, so why not? Simple. Except then we played again the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And before long, something weird happened. Not “we fell madly in love” weird. Worse. We became comfortable. The Modern Relationship Nobody Knows How to Define People act like intimacy only exists once somebody says: “I like you.” That’s bullshit. Intimacy starts way before that. It starts in routines. Daily messages. Inside jokes. Discord calls that stay open while both people are doing entirely different things. Watching movies together. Sending each other random reels. Being the person someone talks to when life gets heavy. That’s not nothi...
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The Gray

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If there were a way to forget you, I think I’d take it. Not out of anger— you were never something I needed to erase. You were… good. And that’s the problem. Because now everything feels like it’s missing something I can’t get back. The world didn’t fall apart— it just dimmed. Like someone turned the color down and left me here to notice. I don’t want to forget you. I just don’t want to feel the space you left behind. Because you weren’t just there— you made things feel… alright. You made the silence less loud. The days less empty. And now it’s all back. That quiet. That gray. That weight that doesn’t go away. If there were a way to forget— I would. Not because I didn’t care… but because I still do.
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Edge

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Sometimes I want to touch the edge of the abyss to feel the serenity of its deafening silence the cold of nothing where sanity thins and madness feels the same It calls to me not loud never loud just a whisper that sounds like relief I know what it is I know what it takes but I owe it in the end I always will And still I wonder what a single touch would feel like
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The Man He Would Never Become

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The man he would never become, visions of a life never lived, a reality built on what-ifs and regret. He stands in the ruins of almost, a quiet monument to hesitation, breathing in the dust of abandoned paths. The ghost of his potential lingers nearby, not haunting… just watching, as if it already knows how this ends. Moments flicker behind his eyes, unlived days casting long shadows, stretching into a future that never arrives. Every choice, a fracture. Every pause, a burial. Every “later”… a door that never opened again. And now he walks through a kingdom of echoes, where everything speaks of what could have been— and nothing ever was.
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Ride It Through

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Sometimes the thought slips in quiet, like a shadow that knows the room better than I do wrap it around a tree end it cut the film before the credits roll real quick no questions no aftermath —but then— something in me pushes back If you do that… that’s it. No resolution No twist No proof that any of this ever meant something just… fade to black mid-sentence And that’s when it hits me pain isn’t some glitch in the system it is the system it’s the tax for being conscious for feeling for knowing you're here It’s ugly, yeah not the kind you frame or post or romanticize but the kind that grips you and forces you to notice this is life not polished not fair not gentle but real And maybe that’s the point because being alive isn’t about it being easy or even good all the time it’s about staying on the ride even when it dips even when it rattles your bones even when you’re white-knuckling the whole damn thing because you don’t get to see the end unless you stay and for better o...
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Quiet Weight

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I wake up with something heavy that doesn’t have a name It sits there through the morning through the hours I trade for numbers that never seem to stretch far enough I do things the right way not for applause just because I don’t know how not to Still— the days pass like closed doors and I’m left wondering what any of it builds toward There’s a silence that grows when you start choosing carefully Less noise less chaos but also less voices less invitations less proof that you exist in anyone else’s day People talk about plans like sparks that never catch and I’ve learned some fires are only meant to feel warm for a second before they disappear I could learn the other way how to smile at the right time say the right things treat moments like transactions but something in me resists I don’t want to become someone who feels hollow just to feel included So I stay where I am trying showing up holding more than I say and sometimes it spills out anyway quietly where no one sees I d...
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I Didn’t Ask for This

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I wish I didn’t feel the way I feel about you. You think I chose this? You said you’re tired. Tired of men. Tired of relationships. I heard you. But do you think I woke up one day and decided yeah… let me fall for her today? No. It was the way you laugh. The way you hum when we play. The way your voice lifts when you get excited like the world just handed you something small and perfect. I love listening to you. Even when you say something goofy, even when you trip over your words— I already know what you mean. I already know you. So how do you think I feel? I don’t want this any more than you want me to have it. That’s the part that eats at me. Because I don’t want to pressure you. I don’t want you to feel cornered. All I want… is to care about you. To know you. To be there when you’re winning and when everything falls apart. When you’re excited, I feel it. When you’re hurting, I want to be there for it. Not to fix it. Just… to be there. And I’m not asking for promises. No...
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