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I envy your radical vulnerability

you built a tunnel directly from your eyes to your heart

You protect yourself with violent empathy

Your sword is forged from shameless tears

Your shield a mirror

You show just how courageous it is to be true to yourself

When everyone wants you to put on a mask

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Again I have to remind myself that it is okay to remember. When the time is ripe and you're ready; it is okay to remember.

It was a time in my life. I'm older now. I've lived and learned. I'm still processing the past and that's okay.

I'll be okay.

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The gentle tapping of raindrops on my window

Leaves rustling, intertwined in their colourful dance

The trees are creaking and moaning under the force of the elements

The soft thunking of my mug hitting the table

A melody the universe knows by heart

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I want to travel

Across the continents of your mind

See all the main attractions and the secret hideouts

Get to know all the different lands

The high mountains and deep seas

Where the thoughts fly high and the memories hide

I long to feel the warmth of your home

I want to get lost in you

Don't worry, I'll stay on the designated path

I'm merely a tourist

But I want to travel

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Oversized sweaters and wool socks. Steaming tea cups and thick books. Sitting on the windowsill and marvelling at nature. How she falls apart each year just to pick herself up again. Leaves dancing in the wind. Swaying, flying but inevitably hitting the floor. Death, decay, rebirth.

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Its hard to put you into words. I can't fathom you.

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All we really had in common was a broken heart.

And the pieces didn't fit.

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When you feel like something is becoming bigger than you. Write it down, restrain it in words, glue it to the pages.