In the light that travels
& darkeness that stays
be a flicker of
h o p e— % &

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We all are perhaps stardust,
forged by the
collisions of constellations
of our own psyche
and heart .

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Death is like the shallowest part
of the deepest ocean.
While,
Life is like the deepest secrets
of the shallowest hearts.

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She embraced her failures
as they weren't as hollow
as your broken promises.— % &

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If you are strong enough
to be capable
of killing yourself,
then you are strong
enough to
l i v e— % &

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Somewhere between
choosing black over pink,
muliebrity groomed.

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...perhaps the hardest questions to
answer,are the ones
that end with a
full stop.— % &

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𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓,
𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 '𝑼𝒔' 𝒕𝒐 '𝑰 '
𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆...

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akin to sea
which has met its shore,
breathing the melancholia
which I dreaded afore,
& ever onward I will strive 
and from the somber peace derive,
The sea in robes of mossy green 
and blues the eyes have never seen...
In grays that mock the stormy sky 
and depths that hold my tears gone by....

A placid disenthral I give my heart
from pain of past that tore apart,
relief that only one can find
when hearts we let, become unconfined, 
to leave behind those stormy skies
letting the self-love baptize.

-_An£€na_

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rhythm is comfort, a vehemence ;
stitching my days together
through the notion of repeating the motions,
an illusion of stability,
but no matter the way
I structured my day,
no matter the perfection
I strived to attain,
no matter how many unkempt strings
I cut away
I think deep down
I knew that life, should be
a little frayed
as counterintuitive as it seems
the unexpected becomes 
the rhythm of dreams
ripping through the routine
changing the patterns
of what I planned to be
into new designs entirely.
so I embrace this chaotic beauty
with its endearing knots
and eccentric threading,
ready for living imperfectly
balanced in the uncertainty
is what I call
rhythm.

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