#poeticthoughts
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the ones who still know how to read a soul
there is a certain kind of heartbreak reserved for the ones who feel deeply in a world that has grown impatient with depth. it is not the sharp kind that tears through you—it is slower, quieter, the kind that settles beneath the ribs like a truth you wish you didn’t know. it’s the ache of…
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when the quiet asks louder than the noise
“asking for little is not a sign of smallness—it is a quiet proof of worth, a wildflower strength that blooms even when the world stays silent.” there is a rare strength in the smallest requests. the world teaches us to shout, to demand, to prove our worth by the volume of our voices, yet there…
