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Not Me
You get to build your peace. Whatās it like? Donāt judge me. Youāve never walked the roads that broke me and rebuilt me, and you wouldnāt survive the half of it. I became who I am for reasons youāll never understand. You donāt know me ā not the real me. You only get the pieces…
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My Dark
How are you creative? There are nights when the world feels carved from obsidianāsharp, cold, and waiting to draw blood. You move through it anyway, a quiet ember wrapped in a body that refuses to go out. Survival isnāt noble here; itās a kind of magic, the old kind, the kind whispered by creatures that…
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Alone Me
What do you want to visit? My mind doesnāt strike āit bargains.It trades in my oldest fears, my sharpest failures.Each time I climb, it tugs me softly back into doubt.The cruelest trick?It never speaks as an adversary.It speaks in my own voiceāand thatās why ~~ I surrender. Hey thanks for reading. Your support mean a…
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My Fake Ok
Tell us about you. Itās hard to wear a smile all the time,when the heart aches in places unseen,when silence presses heavy as stone,and laughter feels borrowed, not clean. The world loves a mask of brightness,a grin that says Iām fine, Iām strong,but behind the curve of lips and teeththe night can stretch unbearably long.…
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Montana
Do you ever see wild animals? Elk move like shadowsthrough the timber at dawn.Hawks carve circlesin the wide, unbroken sky. Grizzlies leave silencewhere theyāve passed,and wolves stitch hungerinto the snow. Antelope spark across prairie grass,mountain goats etch their namesinto stone cliffs. Ravens argue with wind,cougars keep their secrets,trout vanish beforeyou can speak their name. This…
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Inheritance
What positive events have taken place in your life over the past year? I didnāt inherit ease.I inherited silenceāthe kind that bruises from the inside,the kind that teaches youhow to disappear without leaving. My childhood was a blueprintfor how to endure:walls instead of ribs,smiles stitched from caution,a heart that flinched at kindness. I grew tall…
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The Weight of Stillness
What are your favorite physical state At dusk, the world forgets its name.The wind hushes, trees hold their breath,and I sit with the silencelike an old friend who never left. The past doesnāt knock anymoreāit slips in through the seams,settling beside melike dust on a windowsill. I donāt fight it.I let it speak in fragments:a…
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Unspoken
What is one thing you would change about yourself? I never said I was hurting.The silence felt saferthan the echo of dismissal. I learned to fold paininto small corners of myself,where no one would trip over it. When I did speak,and no one listened,I mistook their silencefor a verdict. Maybe I deserved it,I thought.Maybe this…
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Done
Do you ever see? Iām not mad.Iām the last leaf fallingwithout wind,without sound. Iām not bitter.Iāve just stoppedwatering stonesand calling it love. Iām not angry.Iāve just learnedthat peace is a doorI can closewithout slamming. Iām not cold.Iām the emberthat chose not to burnfor handsthat never stayed. Iām not gone.Iām just doneāand that,finally,is enough.
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Through it
Who are your current most favorite people? You didnāt ask for the storm,but you stood in it.Hands raw,eyes steady,heart like a lanternflickering but lit. The road bent,the weight pressed,but you kept walking ānot because it was easy,but because you knewwhat matteredwas forward. Thereās no map for this,no promise of smooth ground.Only the truththat youāve come…
It comes to me like a shadowā I canāt see. Writing is my euphoria. Ride wild. ~~~
