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She struggles every day.The kind that doesn’t leave visible scars,but that eats you alive quietly.Only the closest one’s notice,and even they don’t see it all. She doesn’t want to,yet she hides behind a wall,an armor she believes protects her,though it quietly keeps the good ones out. She didn’t mean to become this. But now the…
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People say I should hate you,but I don’t. I hate the things you did.I hate the bruises,the harsh wordsthat still echo louder than silence. I hate the lingering shadows—the dark side of loving youthat refuses to leave. But I don’t hate you.I can’t. How do you hate someonefighting a war inside their own mind?A battle…
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Please don’t ask me to be quiet. I have spent to long learning how to disappear inside my own voice. I’m tired.Tired of shrinking truthto make others comfortable,tired of swallowing wordsthat were never meant to stay buried. They lower voiceswhen truth begins to breathe –like even air must ask permission to exist. “Don’t make trouble,”they…
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There are people many of us have known who lie as easily as breathing.Lies about the big things,Lies about the small things,Lies so unnecessary they almost feel like instinct. And often …. too often,These same people were the ones who hurt us most. Their words did not drift casually into the air.They were aimed.Sharp.Intentional.Like arrows…
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They say that if you put a frog into boiling water, it will jump out to survive. However, if you put it into a pot of water and slowly raise the temperature to boil, it will not notice the temperature rising and it will stay until it dies. I don’t know if that’s true, but…
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It’s been months since I last posted. A suicide attempt. Living a dream with him, everything perfection for some time. Until it wasn’t. I just reread my words about how maybe since it wasn’t physical abuse it wasn’t really that bad. Then, suddenly it was physical abuse. And now here I am, about to begin…
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I always tell people that it wasn’t like this in the beginning. They often remind me that it rarely is, because people without feelings involved wouldn’t stay if that was the case. When I met him, I thought that I had hit the jackpot. I’d decided to date a little older than me, aiming to…
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I’m scared to be doing this. I know that I need some sort of release, and to not feel so alone. Isolated. I’ve done it to myself, or allowed it to happen in any case. It started slowly and now I find myself here. I’m a shell of my former self … that strong, independent…
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