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Category: Writing and Poetry
I don’t want to be a burden. I tell myself that over and over, like if I repeat it enough, I’ll make myself smaller, lighter, easier to love. But the truth is, I’m tired. I want someone to carry me, even just for a little while. I want to stop pretending my shoulders are strong enough to hold it all. I want to stop smiling when inside I’m sinking. It doesn’t have to be for » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
My favorite loser is me. I laugh at it sometimes, because I know what I could be, I know there’s something bigger in me, but I’m too worn out to chase it. My head feels heavy, my body feels older than it is, and most days surviving already takes everything I have. It’s not that I don’t care, it’s not that I don’t want more I just can’t keep up with the noise, the weight, the endless t » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Today is the oldest I’ve ever been, and the youngest I’ll ever be again. It’s strange when I think about it, how fast time moves, how I don’t even notice it slipping away. Every second that passes turns into a version of me I’ll never meet again. That thought makes me want to slow down, to notice the little things the way the air feels right now, the quiet around me, the weight of simply existing » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
You see people, they don’t really know you. They see the smile, the small talk, but not the silence after. Not the hours spent hiding. I’ve been sleeping all day, shutting myself in my room like the walls can keep me safe. I try to distract myself, scroll, stare, drift anything to drown out what I’m feeling. I forget to eat. I forget to sleep. I forget what I p » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Should I be grateful, or should I curse This strange, stubborn truth that even after all the misfortune, all the breaking, all the pieces scattered across years of ache, I can still feel love. Sometimes it feels like a blessing, like light that refuses to die out, even in the darkest corners of me. Other times, it feels like a cruel trick, to still carry a heart » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Call it art, call it expression it doesn’t matter what name you give it. At the heart of it, it’s just someone trying not to vanish. Every brushstroke, every word, every trembling note in a song is a way of saying, "I am still here. Don’t forget me." Some people make art to scream, others to whisper. Some to stitch their wounds shut, others to leave » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Hope is the cruelest executioner. It doesn’t kill you quick, doesn’t let the blade fall clean. It holds you there eyes open, throat tight, waiting for mercy that never comes. It whispers salvation like a promise you almost believe, while your veins are already spilling despair. I begged for an ending, begged for silence, but hope only smiled thin » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Shouldn’t I give up? Shouldn’t I try? I tell myself that on repeat, but the words taste like rust. I dress my hurt up in excuses, justify the mess I made, say it’s just loneliness like loneliness could explain why my heart keeps breaking in the same damn place. And still I don’t wanna think these thoughts tonight. I’ve waited all day to say nothing, » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Have you ever wondered what true love looks like? It’s not just the big, loud moments— it’s in the quiet ones. The way two people understand each other without having to say a word. The way love makes space for both the broken parts and the parts still blooming. True love is gentle. It listens, it waits, it learns. It helps you grow without rushing you, heals without making you feel small. » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
It isn’t their absence that breaks you. Absence is something you can learn to live with, like an empty chair at the table, a silence you grow used to. What cuts deepest is their indifference the way you ache like a ruined cathedral, walls cracked, echoes still clinging to the air, and they walk past as if nothing was ever there. They don’t stop to notice the beauty that on » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
When you look my way, I dissolve like water slipping into the curve of your hands. I cannot resist you are the weakness etched into me, the pulse that betrays my calm. When you lean close, control unravels, something ancient stirs in my bones, and I am no longer my own. You are different, a rare kind of gentle. You make me feel chosen, as though love itself rem » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
One touch and the marrow of me turns to stone. I ascend beyond flame’s reach, yet fall endlessly into you. You decree, and I kneel a pawn in your endless night. The sun bleeds, but the dark is unbroken. We speak without words, tongues entwined in silence. Your touch clouds my sight, and your world swallows mine. Even sober, I stagger lost, my reason devoured, » Continue Reading
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