Let’s become the light
Reality isn’t real anyways
Category: cptsd
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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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“Dear Little Girl” If I could somehow, Talk to the little girl meAnd tell her what I know now, I wonder what that would be. Would I tell her all that will occur Or encourage her to go another way? Would I tell her that I believe her And what not to say? Would…
Let’s become the light 