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I amā¦
What are your feelings? While other kids were taught to live,I was trained to endure.Their homes held warmthāmine held warning.They reached for skies,I learned to fall quiet,to land without echo,to bleed where no one looked.They breathed love like air,steady and clean.I tasted love like rust,a bitter drip,just enough to ache,never enough to heal.By the time…
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Mind as Blade
Are you more of a night or morning person? The world may press with dust and stone,but thought is steel, and thought alonecan carve a path where none appearsāthrough tangled doubt, through shadowed fears. Train your gaze to seek the spark,not the shroud that makes things dark.A sharpened mind, a steady handāyouāll find the light,…
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Endless thoughts
Beach or mountains? Which do you prefer? Why? The mountains rise,stone shoulders against the sky,their silence carvedfrom centuries of waiting. The sea answers,restless and unbound,its voice a chorusof waves that never tire. One holds stillness,the weight of memorypressed into granite.The other carries motion,a thousand journeysfolded into foam. They do not meet,yet they know each otherāthe…
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The Ones you Canāt See
The Ones You Canāt See Sometimes the voicesstart in the darkand never leave. They donāt knock.They donāt speak.They just settleālike duston the insideof everything. Iām strugglingwith the onesI canāt see,smell,or touch. They donāt bleed,but I do.They donāt sleep,but I canāt. Itās a battleI have a problem winning.No flags,no field,just meand the silencethey twist into knives.…
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The Ones Who Dont Say
Name your top The Ones Who Donāt Say They walk beside you,light in their laughter,as if the world never touched themwith anything but grace. But beneath the silence,a storm once ragedānights stitched with tears,battles fought alone,memories sharp as glasshidden behind soft eyes. They donāt speak of it.Not to be noble,but because survivalisnāt a story they…
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Moments Lost
What are your family’s top 3 favorite meals? When I think of my familyās three favorite meals, itās not just about the foodāitās about the table we gathered around. Whether it was a simple pot roast, Sunday spaghetti, or fried chicken with mashed potatoes, the real flavor came from being together. We laughed, we argued,…
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Before You Sleep
Before you drift into the hush of night,Let go of battles you cannot fight.The mind, a storm, can twist and turn,But peace is something you can learn. Quit chasing shadows you canāt hold,Not every fear deserves control.Breathe in deep, let silence speak,Youāre stronger than the thoughts that sneak. Ease your grip on what wonāt bend,Not…
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The Point of Tired
Iām at that pointwhere the days blur,and meaning slipslike water through my fingers. I wake,but it feels like waiting.I sleep,but it feels like hiding. Hope used to humsoftly in the background ānow itās a silenceI pretend not to notice. I carry this lifelike a coat that no longer fits,stitched with memoriesthat donāt feel like mine.…
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The Room Inside My Mind
What book are you reading right now? Thereās a room I never show,Where voices whisper soft and low.They echo doubts I didnāt choose,And twist the truths I thought I knew. Some days they crowd the quiet air,Like shadows sitting in my chair.They speak in tones that mimic mine,But bend the meaning every time. āYouāre not…
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We Bloom Anyway
What will your life be like in three years? Some of us were not handed soft morningsāno lullabies in the wind,no hands to catch the fall.We were given chaos,grief like a second skin,betrayal that taught ushow to walk without flinching. Still, we bloom. Not because the soil was kind,but because we learnedhow to root ourselvesin…
It comes to me like a shadowā I canāt see. Writing is my euphoria. Ride wild. ~~~
