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Category: Writing and Poetry
Growing up Is mostly about letting go. Letting go of the people you swore you’d never lose, Of the laughter that used to fill certain rooms, Of he way things felt easier when you didn’t know How fragile everything really was. It’s learning to live with empty spaces The ones people leave behind, The ones you make yourself When you stop trying to fit where you no longer belong. It » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
There’s a warmth that almost reaches me, like sunlight caught in glass, it touches, never settles. it hums but doesn’t ask. I speak in ripples to the air, hoping someone hears the sound, but silence folds the edges in, and nothing circles back around. I laugh when I am spoken to, I nod where I should be, a quiet ghost at every door, half here, half memory. Some night » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Your absence fills the room. It hums in the quiet, presses against my ribs like a heartbeat that’s lost its rhythm. Even silence has learned your name. I try to keep busy, to fold myself into small distractions, Music too loud, a book I won’t remember reading, Hands that fidget with nothing to hold. But everything I touch leads back to you, A song, a scent, the way sunlight falls Where you should ... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
From my rotting body something shall grow Something small, Something that still wants to reach the light. Maybe a flower, Maybe just a bit of grass that no one notices, But it’ll still be mine. The earth will take me slow, Bit by bit, until I’m nothing But part of everything else. And that’s okay. I’ve always wanted to rest somewhere quiet, Somewhere that doesn’t ask anything of me. » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
I hate that feeling when you cry and you can’t breathe. your chest hurts so bad it actually feels like it’s breaking. like someone’s stabbing you right in the middle and you just sit there, taking it. it’s not just sadness. it’s anger. the kind that burns behind your ribs, that shakes your hands I’m full of rage that has nowhere to go. like i could scream until my throat gives out and it st » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
“There’s so much more to life,” I tell myself again. the words trembling on my tongue, barely louder than my own sigh as if saying them out loud might make them true. My body feels worn out, the kind of tired that sleep can’t fix. And my heart feels heavier than I want to admit. It’s been carrying too much for too long. Still, I keep repeating it, because deep down, I want to believe, no, I have » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
One day, you’ll look back and thank every storm that ever wrecked your plans. Every path that closed on you, every moment that left you confused and aching, you’ll realize it wasn’t the world being cruel it was just trying to guide you somewhere else. You’ll see how every detour had a reason, how every heartbreak, every loss, wasn’t punishment but protection. You were never being denied what was m... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
The world was burning loud around me, voices clashing, days collapsing, everything felt like it was crumbling into pieces, too sharp to hold. like I was walking barefoot across shards of glass that no one else seemed to see. I woke with storms in my chest, went to sleep with thunder in my head, and everywhere I turned the world pressed harder, too fast, too loud, too much of everything » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
My imagination is the most human part of me. It refuses to stay quiet. It keeps building things out of nothing, palaces out of dust, It keeps me alive, keeps me reaching for more than what my hands can hold. It paints love in colors I’ve never touched, shows me tenderness I haven’t yet lived, gives me versions of myself that are stronger, braver, kinder. Sometimes I think I am most alive i » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Flowers are blooming in my lungs, The kind that chokes. Their petals press against my ribs, bright, delicate, mocking my struggle for air. Everyone tells me they’re beautiful, this garden I never planted. They marvel at the colors, how the blossoms unfurl when I speak. But they don’t feel the thorns inside, don’t hear the way I wheeze between every word. I can’t fucking breathe. » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Some nights, sleep would not come to me until I built you out of memory. I’d close my eyes and summon the soft weight of your voice, the warmth tucked between syllables, like a blanket pulled over tired skin. I’d breathe deep, imagining the trace of your scent lingering in the dark, as if the air itself remembered you better than I did. I reach for the pillow beside » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
I swear, I never really grew up, I just got taller, learned how to hide the shaking in my voice and call it composure. I still get scared of being left out, still overthink what I said two days ago, still stare at the ceiling some nights wishing someone would tuck me in, tell me I did enough for the day. I walk around in this adult body, doing adult things, signing forms, paying bill » Continue Reading
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