i can understand the trials but were the tribulations really necessary

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i can understand the trials but were the tribulations really necessary
Something on the Doorstep by Damian Brol
Even when I do not wish to be, I am this vicious, raging monster and I lost my FP due to that. Now that the rage has left me cold, I long for their warmth. But they are well out of my reach now and I only have myself to blame.
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08/02/2024
5:30 am - He came back. My FP has once again become the person who holds the most significance in my life. I think my FP has also realised this fact, and for that, he's started his own journey with therapy and awareness so he can always treat me well. I am really grateful for his presence. The days I didn't have my FP were very dark and grim.
For a long while, it just felt empty.
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01:17 am - Today was one of those days that will taint the rest of my life. I lost my FP. They were my only anchor and today, I felt the chain snap. There's the lightness from being free from the emotional pull but I feel so empty like my insides have been scraped out. I realize I have felt unloved for a long time now and perhaps I'd lost my connection to my FP long ago. I wondered why I no longer felt the same relief in their presence. They were my FP for so many years, it feels unbelievable that they are just not anymore. But maybe I don't need a favourite person. I will try to become my own favourite person.
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When a house is both hungry and awake, every room becomes a mouth.
(poem is “ash”, by tracy k. smith)