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Iām trying to learn how to be soft like I once was but Iām having trouble balancing it with the strength I know now. How can I be both? How can I be open to feeling without letting it destroy me? How do I learn to not exist in extremes?
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Someday you will look back and know exactly why it had to happen.
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Sometimes, Iām the mess. Sometimes, Iām the broom. On the hardest days, I have to be both.
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Chapter One I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. I am lost ā¦. I am helpless. It isnāt my fault It takes forever to find a way out. Chapter Two I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I donāt see it. I fall in again. I canāt believe I am in this same place. But, it isnāt my fault It still takes a long time to get out. Chapter Three I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it there. I still fall in ⦠itās a habit ⦠but, my eyes are open. I know where I am. It is my fault. I get out immediately. Chapter Four I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it. Chapter Five I walk down another street.
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The poison leaves bit by bit, not all at once. Be patient. You are healing.
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You must not reduce yourself to a puddle just because the person you like is afraid to swim and you are a fierce sea to them; because there will be someone who was born with love of the waves within their blood, and they will look at you with fear and respect.
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