kenopsia @kenopsia10 Channel on Telegram

kenopsia

@kenopsia10


Swords of sorrow.

- @Cadaver_bot

kenopsia (English)

Welcome to the world of kenopsia, a unique Telegram channel that will take you on a journey through swords of sorrow. The channel is managed by the username @kenopsia10 and features intriguing content that will evoke deep emotions within you.

The channel's description mentions a mysterious bot named @Cadaver_bot, hinting at interactive elements that will keep you engaged and curious. Whether you are a fan of dark aesthetics, poetry, or simply enjoy exploring the depths of human emotions, kenopsia is the perfect channel for you.

Who is kenopsia? It is a place where the beauty of sorrow is celebrated, where the haunting melodies of melancholy resonate through every post. What is kenopsia? It is an experience unlike any other, a journey into the shadows of the soul that will leave you both mesmerized and introspective.

Join kenopsia today and embrace the swords of sorrow that await you. Discover the beauty in darkness and let your emotions run wild in this immersive Telegram channel.

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19 Nov, 18:00


I’m at the back, alone, hating, motionless, muted, squeezed into a corner between action and meaning.

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17 Nov, 14:00


No one asks me why I hate, no one uses that word, they call me grumpy, not even angry, but grumpy, six letters, something inconsequential and self-inflicted, something powerless, insignificant, something small in a small person, not something that's about society, or about them, just something that means i'm ruining things for myself, something that's in the way of my potential as an object.

kenopsia

15 Nov, 02:50


You can’t force love.

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14 Nov, 22:00


I looked at my mother because I was a version of my mother. I looked away from my mother because I was a version of my mother. I was me, but I was also her—my mother, and I understood this all too well.

kenopsia

03 Nov, 09:12


The shortest poem is a name.

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23 Sep, 21:00


It was the end. But we did not know it then. You do not know the end has happened until later. Or you do not admit it. Looking back, you can see it. And you realise that all the time after that was just an effort to keep going as if it weren’t already over.

kenopsia

23 Sep, 20:11


Across centuries and void of a world, sleepless, I seek you.

kenopsia

22 Sep, 20:55


September 22, 1917
The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1914-1923

kenopsia

31 Aug, 21:00


أيُمكِن؟

kenopsia

31 Jul, 08:00


Pinky promise
I’ll still love your garden
Even with no flowers.

kenopsia

20 Jul, 01:01


Some nights I wake and everything hurts a little.
It is amazing how long a ruined thing will burn.

kenopsia

15 Jul, 10:00


Do you hear my longing when I’m silent?

kenopsia

14 Jul, 13:20


Some things are more precious because they don't last long.

kenopsia

14 Jul, 11:20


How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.