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The air in Belgrade was heavy with history, a chill that clung to the bones just as tightly as the expectations I felt from my family, from myself. There, my name was David, but I felt like a ghost in my own life, a carefully constructed version of a son, a brother, a man I
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In the quiet tapestry of my life, you were the fifth thread, woven with a brilliance and a shadow that none of the others possessed. You were not the first to carry the weight of my name, nor the last to inherit my legacy, but you, my child, were a universe unto yourself. In you,
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Here it is: I’m putting my story out into the world, the deepest and most private parts of myself. I’m sharing myself with you, but you aren’t listening or truly seeing. How long it will take for people to start noticing the depth in others, nor if they’ll ever explore their own being. But this
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You fell, my dear, from the heavens to helland from hell to the heavens.Oh, where is the hell now when I need it?Where is heaven when I stand aloneIn life, I don’t confess.What can one do to be dam from hell and heaven?What can one do to go back to either one of them?I stand alone,
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A Descent into the Psyche’s Shadowland The dream begins with a deceptive sense of solace. The “stray dogs, shabby, dirty, yet very joyful and cheerful towards me” represent a primal, untamed aspect of the self. In the narrator’s profound loneliness, these creatures offer what is so desperately craved: unconditional affection and a sense of belonging.
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My dear older brother,The one who pushed me beyond firmament and backThe one who gave me wings to fly,The wicked and holy one, The one who confused already confused one just to go through the fires of heaven. I gave you myself,I gave all of me to be loved and belong,The naive one saw in
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I write these words as an intimate foreword to myself, or perhaps, to the person I’ll become after shedding the skin of my present being. To the future version of me, who will inevitably cast sympathetic eyes upon this distant past, where I now stand and inscribe these lines. This is the state of who
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