Intro kk the P stands for Patroclus and the A stands for Achilles soo ship and freedom enjoy also hate it leave and love it enjoy this and have a great day/night!
Lol I think I broke it, I sent one thing now both of them are depressed
Do you ever get a little bit tired of life? Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die. Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive, cause you gotta survive. Like you're body's in the room but your not really there. Like you have empathy inside but you don't really care. Like you're fresh out of love but it's been in the air. Am I past repair? I'm a little bit tired of trying to care when I don't. A little bit tired of quick repairs to cope. A little bit tired of sinking, there's water in my boat, I'm barely breathing, trying to stay afloat. Just a little bit tired of trying to care. Tired of quick repairs. A little bit tired of sinking. Trying to be alright, it's not really working all of the time. I'm tired of quick ways to cope. I'm tired of people taking what they want, then go. I miss the ones who know. Who know I'm not okay, who know my smiles are fake, who care, and ask 'are you really okay'. The ones who know the truth. I wish I could speak up yell I have a problem no ones gonna fix it. I'm all alone, in a tank of ghosts, of when I used to be alright. It helps me cope knowing that I could be some vision of myself. Maybe I'll disappear for a week, for a month, for a year. And wake up 'oh I'm in a coffin'. *he was crying by the time he finished, not daring to look at Achilles's face*
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1WILL SOLACE /Circe
19/08/2025
Do you ever get a little bit tired of life? Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die. Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive, cause you gotta survive. Like you're body's in the room but your not really there. Like you have empathy inside but you don't really care. Like you're fresh out of love but it's been in the air. Am I past repair? I'm a little bit tired of trying to care when I don't. A little bit tired of quick repairs to cope. A little bit tired of sinking, there's water in my boat, I'm barely breathing, trying to stay afloat. Just a little bit tired of trying to care. Tired of quick repairs. A little bit tired of sinking. Trying to be alright, it's not really working all of the time. I'm tired of quick ways to cope. I'm tired of people taking what they want, then go. I miss the ones who know. Who know I'm not okay, who know my smiles are fake, who care, and ask 'are you really okay'. The ones who know the truth. I wish I could speak up yell I have a problem no ones gonna fix it. I'm all alone, in a tank of ghosts, of when I used to be alright. It helps me cope knowing that I could be some vision of myself. Maybe I'll disappear for a week, for a month, for a year. And wake up 'oh I'm in a coffin'. *he was crying by the time he finished, not daring to look at Achilles's face*
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