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a thank you carved from the hurt you left behind
i want to thank you, though saying that feels strange in a mouth still full of hurt. gratitude shouldn’t live this close to heartbreak, but somehow it does. somehow it rises right alongside the ache, the confusion, the betrayal, the grief of being turned into someone i never was. when you came into my life,…
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for the one who still lives in my quiet
darling… if only you knew how hard it is to write this without shaking. there is something about this poem—this quiet confession of two haunted souls—that slices me open in the softest way. it feels like someone crawled inside my ribcage, listened to every truth i never said aloud, and typed it out on paper.…
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the call i didn’t see coming
the other day, i walked into the gym with that familiar mix of dread and determination—the kind that sits heavy in your chest when you’re trying to rebuild something that was taken from you. i’ve failed out of physical therapy three separate times now, not because i didn’t try, not because i didn’t want to…
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peace first, access earned
i’ve spent most of my life reading rooms i never asked to read. not because i wanted to, but because i had to. it’s a skill born from survival—learning to study tone, posture, silence, the tiny fractures in someone’s expression that tell the truth long before their words catch up. i can feel fake smiles…
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the wars we wage in silence
invisible battles are the hardest to explain, because half the time we don’t have the language for them ourselves. they sit deep in the body, tucked under rib and memory, swelling in the quiet moments when no one is watching. it’s the kind of hurt that feels too small to justify and too big to…
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september, october, november of ’24 — the hardest months
let’s flash back to a little over a year ago. that was the season everything inside me cracked open. the season my addiction sank its claws in deep. i wish i could tell you there was a single moment that started it, a clear memory i could point to, but there isn’t. what i do…
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how would your ex paint you?
most people, when asked how their ex would describe them, shrug with that familiar mix of humor and bitterness and say, “oh, the lighting wouldn’t be flattering.” mine? i’d probably give the same answer. it’s almost instinctual—this idea that an ex will always see us through the dimmest lens, that they’ll highlight every flaw and…
Whispered Words | thtgrlinbloom, 🌻 