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SOOBIN :: 251224 TIKTOK LIVE : HAPPY HOLIDAYS WITH TXT🎄
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A little reflection on growth and change.
“Silence speaks louder than shouting.”
— Colleen Hoover, Point of Retreat
“All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living.”
— Iain Thomas, from I Wrote This For You
People who get it, get it
“Nobody looks good in their darkest hours. But it’s those hours that make us what we are.”
— Karen Marie Moning, Faefever
“Make sure you don’t start seeing yourself through the eyes of those who don’t value you. Know your worth, even if they don’t.”
— Thema Davis
“Forgive me if I don’t talk much at times. It’s loud enough in my head.”
— Unknown
There were eyes on the walls
and they creaked down the halls
every second that I
slipped away
they were sharp cold, and angry
and it burned
how they hated me
no matter how the voice whisperd
"dear savior of mine"
When the sun peaked through the windows
on a cold winter morning
or was it,
perhaps,
mid-fall?
I breathed in the ice
and let salt kiss my cheeks
for only then, did the eyes
disappear
and when I cut the line,
and I ran for my life,
was I foolish,
to think myself free?
I was glowing and laughing
but then
"Anything could happen"
Blink-
"and you'll miss it"
Breath out,
"and you're dead"
In the pitch of the night,
or face-to-face with light
I'll still feel smoke
in the back
of my
head
My childhood trauma didn't make me stronger. it made me a people pleaser. it made me forgive way too much. it made me not speak when i'm supposed to. it made me an extreme empath.