Let’s become the light

Reality isn’t real anyways

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Scars that learned to glow. Writing to the little girl I used to be, and to every outcast still finding their way home. Trauma, truth, and quiet rebellion.

I’m really not ok but have to act

A Final Giving

Forgive me that my love was not your sky.
I am sorry that my hands were not the place.
I let you go without a bitter cry.
I pray you find your healing and your space.

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