I forgot that I existed
And tried to undo the damage
Which i haven't even caused
I carried the weight of words
That weren't mine to Hold
And stitched apologies unto my heart
For wounds I didn't make
But I am now learning to breathe
To exist again
To live and to love
And to be enough

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This validation was not worth
What she was seeking was above all this
The smiles in disguise she doubted
The genuine hearts that seemed
To love her was a facade that just disappeared under the rainy clouds
Everything she was Becoming
Was unbecoming everything she was craving
The love that seemed heavy
The silence that numbed all the words

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Somewhere I can breathe,
Where the roads whisper peace.
Stress drifts away with the breeze,
And the world feels finally at ease.
The nature is blooming
Every sunrise a brand-new start.
Our souls glowing, wild and free,

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The silence grew louder
filling every corner she once left open.
The fences she built rose high into the sky,
layer by layer,
each brick a lesson learned too soon.
The red walls stood firm
unyielding, deliberate,
a fortress against the storms that once broke her.
Even a heavy blow
could not shake their ground now.
And behind them,
she kept her heart
not hidden out of fear,
but guarded out of wisdom.
For she had learned
that even love,
when not careful,
can wound deeper than a blade.
So she preserved it
not frozen,
but safe,
beating softly in its quiet room,
waiting for a kind of touch
that wouldn’t ask her to break again.

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Maybe I am still holding on to you.
The words have faded,
the bond has changed,
and the years have slowly crawled by.
Yet the child in me
still refuses to let go
cradling your memories
as if they were sunlight,
soft and untouchable,
but still warm.

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The flowers are trampled underfoot,
dismissed because they do not bear fruit.
The seedling sown
has not yet broken the soil.
Even the rain of love is not enough.
The cradle stands empty,
songs fall into silence.

The sky of destiny
still withholds its shower
and the earth waits,
aching for the rain of hope.

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The old tales did not die on their own,
they were buried away,
quietly, beneath the noise of the world.
No one noticed their silence.
Yet the faintest flicker of a lamp
was enough
to hold back the vast darkness
a single breath of light,
defying the endless night.

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Kindness is that sweater,
knitted from shreds of thought
and the threads of your upbringing.
It does not need to be loud,
nor polished for the camera’s gaze.
It lives quietly
in the way you feel for others,
in the way you slip into their shoes,
and help in the ways you can.
It is treating others
as tenderly as you would yourself,
stitch by stitch,
making the world
a little warmer,
a little softer,
a little more whole.

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The energy shifted.
Messages flickered
between silence and screens.
Eyes met
and stayed.
Twinkling like they knew a secret.
Something clicked.
Oneness,
not imagined,
but real.
This love
raw, electric,
a spark just born,
already burning.

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Be a little kind, I pray,
For this heart still trembles from its ache.
The tears have dried, yet linger close,
Ready to rise, to spill, to break.
Wrap me in your gentle hues,
Your amber light, your softened skies.
Let your colours warm my soul,
And soothe the sorrow in my eyes.

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