Let’s become the light
Reality isn’t real anyways
Category: Complex PTSD
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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…
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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,And overcame everything they said she wouldn’t. She stumbled, and traveled a hard road,And healed in places they thought she shouldn’t. She fought battles she never imagined, braved forces they claimed she couldn’t. She wrestled with her fears and shadows, overcame as they told her she wouldn’t. She walked…
Let’s become the light 