Sometimes, you don't take action to tell others who you are.








Sometimes,
you take action to tell yourself who you are.

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And in the end,
With the ashes silently falling,
Across this desolation we've made.
What has become of anything?
What have we accomplished?
Broken hearts,
Broken dreams.
Broken homes,
And broken bodies.

Once there was laughter,
Once there was joy.
Now silence alone bears witness,
In this desolation where ashes sleep,
To what we said would never end.

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I loved you,
With everything I had.
It wasn't enough for you to love me back.
That can never diminish the love I gave.

The ache words can never describe.
The betrayal perpetrated on me,
I fear I now do to others.

My sense screams my dignity.
My heart screams my brokenness.

It is wrong,
That anyone should have
To make this choice.

Not my fault,
But my decision.

Yet I wish:
My breath was taken from me,
Before this decision was made.

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Even if those around you gave nothing but darkness: rejoice.

It only made the light you needed, the clearer to see.

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Tears are scars, carried from
battlefields of the mind.
They bear no shame
beyond that of any other.
Some battlefields pass
with barely a note.
Some are twisted beyond recognition.

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Everyone hurts. It's not a competition;
whose pain is worse.
Everyone has their own worse pain.
It's not about you.
Your worst pain doesn’t invalidate another’s.
Be kind; even if it seems their pain is less.
It's still their worst pain.

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