Always be ready to say goodbye to everything,
To the comforts you outgrew, to the ache they bring.
This was the year you faced the cost
of learning to love through understanding loss.
It was the year you found air and learned to breathe again,
the year you stood taller when no one else stood with you.
You dug out the rot in your mind
to make room for peace, the kind that lasts.
It was the year you learned to appreciate solitude,
to honor boundaries and protect them fiercely.
The year freedom overwhelmed you,
and you began to shape it into something meaningful.
This was the year you became tough,
the year you stood by yourself,
the year you finally understood
that saying “No” isn’t selfishness,
it’s survival, it’s self respect, it’s love.
It was a year of soft smiles shared with strangers,
of hesitant steps and uncertain moments.
But you kept walking, and somehow,
you found the door to something pure.

So here’s to the days that asked for more,
and to the little moments of 2024.

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It was in December
I forgot how to be fluent in myself,
words cracked like dry soil
under the scorching heat of the day,
and the mirror clouded with riddles,
like dust I couldn’t wipe away.

The harmattan came,
its dust settling over everything,
and the day split into two seasons:
cold all night and burning at noon.
I was caught in between,
so I let silence fill the space
where I once had a voice.

But it’s December again,
the chills are still there,
and the sun still burns.
The dusty air tastes like endings,
like beginnings, like waiting.
I’m still not fluent in myself,
but I know how to read the lines in the dust.

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Lost in a sea of uncertainty,
I've become a stranger to myself.
It’s hard to find myself in the tide.

I choose to let it go,
To release you from my heart’s hold.
I long to breathe freely,
Yet each breath feels like shattered glass.

Letting go doesn’t mean I forget,
But I just want to learn to smile again.

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I think I may have overstepped my boundaries again,
Touching what doesn’t belong to me,
Opening wounds, that are closed and healing,
Digging up buried things from the cemetery of my soul,
Seeking solace from a shoulder that turned cold on mine,
Reaching for the hand that’s long let go.

I guess I was too greedy,
For that, I’m sorry,
So tell me, how many graves must I dig to bury everything that died inside of me?

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chaining the soul
searching for what does not want to be found,
Holding a hand that doesn’t warm yours anymore.
Moving on is hard,
But it’s worth giving a shot.

Moving on is better than
surviving on stale love.

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I think I deserve this,

I've always covered myself
with a blanket of fear,
that way,
I don't fall in love with you

I was protecting myself
from getting hurt when this thing
between us goes sour,
I didn't think about your feelings too

Classic me, always selfish

Here I am now, loving you and
you're slipping away from me.
I don't want to lose you, but
maybe it's time I became selfless
and just let you go.

I deserve this ache in my heart.

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Nothing heals the past like time,
I was starting to believe that,
I was finally moving on,
and there you were, again,

how can I heal and move on,
when you're always
crashing into my 'now'

We keep saying it's over,
but fate keeps
pushing you to my path.

It hard letting go,
but I'm more scared to be lonely,
than walking away

Maybe that's why
you keep coming back,
into my arms, like you never left,

Like me,
You don't know
how to move on too.

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lemon and fresh air,
sometimes like
hospital reception room
Self care looks like a well groomed garden,
you can't help but admire it
Self care sounds like freedom,
unless you fight for it,
you'll always remain trapped.
Self care feels like honesty,
the more you do it,
the happier you get

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brings this emptiness with it,
I'm left with questions I don't have answers to
July's never been eventful or memorable for me,
It's the one month I zombie
in and out of
forgetting it ever happened,
Leaves me feeling
like someone with a
hangover on Sunday morning.

This year,
I want to remember it all.

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I don't know if it'd
walk step by step with me,
outrun me,
or if I'd be the one
running away from it,
but I do know
that it'd never hurt me

Love would never kick me away

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