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But then she built
her own castle,
with all the pieces
of her broken self.
Little by little, Darling //ma.c.a
I told you that these last few months things felt differently for me, that I felt changed in someway. And you wanted an explanation I couldnāt give. I think itās time you changed, too, and then I wouldnāt have to work so hard to explain myself.
Canāt you feel it
i want people to know iām struggling but i donāt want people to know iām struggling do you see my problem
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You are my sun, my moon, and all of my stars.
How i clean my room: - start in one corner - find something from 7 years ago - forget about cleaning my room
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Words extend from me, like branches do on trees.
Like fires do forests. As flowers grow gardens. Tears flow down cheeks. Ink stains paper. Cuts scar arms. As light illuminates rooms like coffee fills mugs.
These words fulfill me, overwhelm me; they reach and spread all over and beyond me.
And if these words extend, as branches do trees, I hope they give you shelter from things you need to escape, be it sunshine or rain. I hope they change throughout the seasons, break only to grow back new, and stronger. Die only to come back to life.
Wither only to blossom.
I hope these words, my words, help you breath, like trees do.