poetry
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Nothing can crush your soul faster than an eight-hour corporate strategy meeting.
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Old objects bring me solace—small bits of memories encapsuled by hard exteriors; the hourly chime of the pendulum clock, the aluminum butter dish from my grandparents’ summer house, the ’80s coffee cups from my parents’ wedding gifts, the hundred portraits spread over all home surfaces. I like to be surrounded by it, the nostalgia, the
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Nobody tells you.Nobody tells you that putting yourself first means putting others second, by definition. And for a lifetime people pleaser like me, that is a feat. A feat I am learning, but it takes time. Also, nobody tells you that accepting yourself as you are (another lovely cliché) is more difficult than it seems.
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Books that spark memories will make you drown in emotions.
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The concept of time never ceases to amaze me. In the same second that you wish it to move faster, you miss what you are already losing. There’s no winning.
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She died a thousand deaths before she was ready to assume defeat.For people like her, who never surrender, dying means nothing; it simply means you must keep trying, keep pushing.It took her so long to accept that sometimes death is not defeat, it’s a blessing. And you can choose it for yourself, even if nobody
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People can survive a great deal of pain and trauma, achieving greatness and enviable strength. But it’s not for free, nothing ever is; it’s at the expense of your shattered soul.
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We knew how this would end What it would cost us And we did anyway We played with fire and we both got burned The friendship we had before is gone Buried in the ashes of the mess we made This is the price we pay for lust But it was so much more than
feisty mind 