#writerlife
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every chapter made me someone i didn’t know i’d need
there are days when i look back at my life and it feels like holding a stack of old, dog-eared pages — some soft around the edges, some ripped straight down the middle, some stained with tears i never admitted were mine. and sometimes, if i’m honest, i wish i could rewrite a few of…
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when two bitter people link together
“bitterness can link two people in a heartbeat, stitching their wounds together like matching scars. but a bond built on resentment is a fragile thing — loud at first, then hollow, then gone. only truth has the steadiness to hold, only honesty has the spine to last, and only light can keep anything standing after…
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the wild garden of love
“beneath every scar, love still grows—untamed, unbroken, a fire that refuses to fade.” love has never been a clean-lined story for me. it is a wild garden, blooming where it wants, thorned and radiant all at once. it is the quiet thrum that wakes me before dawn and the electric pulse that refuses to let…

