Category: real feelings
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I’ll love you, sure—But not by rule, Not like they taught us back in school. No roses, poems, or holding hands,Just matching socks and learning plans. You’ll know I care when I repeat your coffee order, Word for sweet. When I remember how you hate the texture of that paper plate. Don’t ask me to…
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I am the music. I am the melody, the guitars,and the drums. I am the words, and the voice roaring them in my ear. I am the story and the rage it sings of. I will drown in the sound, wishing it to never stop. I am the music.And no, I will never turn it…
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SHE She struggled and lost so much, overcame everything they said she wouldn’t. She stumbled down a brutal road, healed in places they swore she shouldn’t. She fought battles no one saw coming, braved storms they said she couldn’t. She rose from the ashes of everything they broke, and became what they swore she wouldn’t.…
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THE CHILD WITHIN REMEMBERS Hiding as a form of protection. Protection from a current threat or from an experience once lived. The body remembers, sending one back to that time, that place, and that response — not fully knowing that the threat no longer exists. A response, a behavior learned as a young child who…
Let’s become the light 