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There comes a time when you begin to seeThat you are no one’s favorite, quietly.You have friends, you laugh, you belong,Yet somehow, you’re never the one they longTo tell their stories to at the end of the day,Or think to call when something comes their way. You are included, but rarely sought,Remembered, but not the…
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For years, I thought my strength was knowing when to leave,To close the door behind me, and never turn or grieve.To cut away the people who brought me too much pain,And walk into tomorrow, untouched by them again. I thought that letting go was courage, fierce and true,That stepping on my heart was what the…
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I’ll sit in the middle and quietly seewhat was, what is, and what is yet to be.No wanting, no wishing, no need to control,just watching the story as quietly it rolls. I’ll watch people rise, I’ll watch people fall,I’ll watch them grow taller, or lose it all.I’ll watch them discover, I’ll watch them depart,I’ll watch…
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What if I picked the fruit of my labor,but my heart was too bitter to savor? What if I held what I worked to attain,yet called it another chapter of pain? What if the harvest was already in hand,but I was still waiting for more from the land? For reaping does not mean the struggle…
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I grieve a life I’ve yet to live,For all the love I have to give.Not for a love that came and passed,But for a future fading fast. I carry stories through my days,Small little moments, quiet waysA thought I wish I could impart,A passing joy, a tender part. So many things I long to tell,So…
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I have begun to suspectthat no one is ever a stranger. We only meet the oldin unfamiliar forms. In the beginning,there was a classroomsmall hands, bright faces,names we thought we would remember forever. And then we grew. High school arrivedwith its new corridors,new laughter,new alliances. Yet somewhere among themwas the friend from first gradewearing a…
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17072026 You’ve always been my sister, yet somehow more than that, My closest friend, my equal; my constant where I sat. I never saw you as the grown-up, never quite that way, You were the one beside me, through every night and day. And now, somehow, you’re standing at the doorway of a change, A…
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Am I in the right place, At the right time, in the right space? Am I where I wanted to be, Or just where I was meant to see? The uncertainty steals from my days, Blurring the meaning in so many ways. I changed my world, I changed my view, But did I change what…
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There are some loves that never need a name,They live beneath the heart, beyond the claim;They ask for neither witness nor reward,Yet through a lifetime, hold us just as hard. And there are homes that choose us without word,Before our birth, before our voice is heard;A place becomes a heartbeat, not a stone,And somehow, through…
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I miss the days when life was small, When nothing hurried, nothing called. When every road was known to me, And home was where I’d always be. I’d leave my school, my day complete, And scan the road for something sweet A glimpse of Dad’s familiar car, And suddenly, the world was ours. I’d climb…
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I loved those heels, oh, how I did, They knew my feet, and every step they hid. They carried me through places, days, and nights, Through wrong turns, grand entrances, and city lights. They were soft where they needed to be, Steady enough to carry me. So comfortable, so perfectly worn, A little piece of…
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In thirty days the tides can turn, The quiet soul forgets, then learns. A single moon, a fleeting span, Can redraw every careful plan. One foot danced where roots ran deep, Where promises were mine to keep. One reached toward an unseen shore, Knocking softly on fate’s new door. How curious, this heart of mine;…
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If one dayyou find yourself stoppingfor no reason at all, and a familiar warmthsettles softly on your shoulder, don’t ask whose hands it was. Some things return to uswithout footsteps,without names. I have buriedevery unspoken wordbeneath a treethat has never forgotten spring. When its branches bloom,they will not carry flowers. They will carryevery kindnesswe almost…
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The soul may weep for passing days,Yet knows this world is but a phase;True peace is found when one lets go,And leaves behind what cannot stay. No home awaits when life is done,Except the one our deeds have spun;If built with good, it shines above,If built with wrong, its light is none. Where are the…
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There was a desk that learned my name, in tidy lines, in steady frame, where days were filed in black and white and effort dressed itself as right. I showed up early, stayed a while, refined the work, rehearsed the smile, believed that time, if given more, might open some unspoken door. The ceilings didn’t…
