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Bits and Bobs
Words that come to me as they will.
glass becoming crystal
the parts of me that are not wounded do glow magnificently
kintsugi
for every vase of mine you broke i sealed the pieces back together with gold
petal
a poem is a piece of softness.
flash floods
the inevitable result of damming your feelings behind porcelain
how you'll know
the right person will not need to be taught how to love you
like wind, like water
the only way to avoid being bent out of shape is to be formless
2am thoughts
am i really this difficult to love?
the right to suffer (gaslighting)
just because someone else may be hurting more does not mean your own pain does not exist
one day
i am trying so hard to be enough for myself
surrender
because letting the pain in allowing it to smash through all the walls that you have carefully built then replacing them with windows is...
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