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Jun 14, 2026
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from the diary ...
I died a while ago,
It was in 2019,
when my dreams decided to take the one-way ticket into my fantasies,
Fantasies that will never see the sun,
Buried in my crowded head and my busy diary, Waiting to see the sun—or maybe that will never happen.
I died seven years ago,
But my dreams were alive,
My heart was still pumping with hope,
My mind was making endless plans,
I was being operated by the ghostly hope.
I was buried almost three years ago,Where my dreams died and vanished as long as I can remember,
My heart is pumping lifeless blood to operate the corpse among the other dead, My mind stopped making the fantasies.
I'm being operated to corpse around with a pale soul to an unknown destination.
— Raine Vance (nellykhaled50), Jun 14, 2026
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Style/Type: Free verse
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Whiskey and Ink
1 month 2 weeks ago
This is a deeply felt piece…
This is a deeply felt piece of writing. You have captured a very specific, heavy kind of grief here—not the loss of physical life, but the slow, agonizing erosion of purpose and hope. It reads like a chronicle of burnout, depression, or the crushing weight of reality overtaking youthful ambition and it's a feeling I'm all too familiar with.
thank you for this.
Whiskey and Ink
1 month 2 weeks ago
This is a deeply felt piece…
This is a deeply felt piece of writing. You have captured a very specific, heavy kind of grief here—not the loss of physical life, but the slow, agonizing erosion of purpose and hope. It reads like a chronicle of burnout, depression, or the crushing weight of reality overtaking youthful ambition and it's a feeling I'm all too familiar with.
thank you for this.
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