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Tell the world what you’re made of

They feel like they can relate but no one really knows me. Lost in my own thoughts...

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My go to song for this quarantaine season.

Fletcher- Forever

Pausing True Love for Self growth

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Losing Me- Gabrielle Aplin, Jp Cooper

Hopeful. It covers what you want to hear when you’re going through dark times and what you should say when you’re somebody’s shoulder.

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Side effects- Carlie Hanson

no strings attached, lovestruck

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L❤️VE , It’s just a word, but we give it so much power. It isn’t thrown around lightly. It is also a feeling. It can somehow tear us apart from the inside out, or it can put us back together. We need it in our lives and in our hearts. It makes us human. But lately, I haven’t seen much of it. This world needs more love. Throw it around like your life depends on it. In a way, it does.

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I need you to understand that it is okay to have a soul that is both tender and tired. I need you to understand that it is okay to be gentle with yourself, that is okay to feel what you are feeling. I need you to know that it is okay to not be okay, that it is okay to feel sad even if you do not fully understand it. I need you to know that you are the product of what is both hopeful and haunted within you, and it is okay to exist in this world as someone who is simply figuring out how to balance that. Because this is what they don’t tell you — being a human is a confusing and messy thing. Life will amaze you in the most stunning ways, and it will also break your heart. Life will gift you the kinds of lessons that grow you and build you and help for you to bloom into the person you have always hoped to be, but it will also carry within it the kinds of losses that stay with you, that change you and mould you in uncomfortable ways. Life will demand for you to heal even when it hurts. For you to be brave, for you to fight for yourself. Because at the end of the day, bravery isn’t a battlefield. It isn’t fast cars, or stunted risk. Bravery is the quietest thing you will ever know. Bravery is getting up in the morning when your bones are heavy and your heart does not want the light to crack within it. Bravery is being gentle with yourself, especially when it isn’t convenient or easy, especially when you are not a shining example of the person you strive to be. But most of all, bravery is the way you stretch towards the light. It is the way you bloom in the direction of goodness, even when you may not know what you are reaching for. Bravery is allowing yourself to believe that you are growing, even when it does not feel like it. Bravery is knowing that there is more for you, that you will save yourself like you always have before; that you will survive.

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I need to be alone for certain periods of time or I violate my own rhythm.

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I wish so deeply that you would come back and tell me you did a mistake by letting me go

I really do miss what we almost had.

It all started with an, “it’s been a while since I last saw you,” that propelled the old pair of lovers to meet up in the city for drinks. Slipping on her favorite pair of black heels, she tried fighting the nerves that was forming in her stomach but when she stood in front of her, those butterflies did not allow themselves to silenced. They sat at the bar. Small talks turn into full-blown laughter as they both reminisced about the past. By the way that they looked at each other, anyone walking by could sense the magnetic field surrounding the two. She smiled and she found herself forgetting the ways that she broke her. One drink turned into four and as alcohol flows through both of their veins, they both found themselves slipping into forbidden thoughts and temptations. Bodies were littered around every inch of the club and strobe lights bounced off the walls. But it never mattered where they were or who they were around. Just one look at her was enough to makes her lose control. She knew that look in her eyes, she knew it all too well. And to neither one of their surprise and in the midst of a heated moment, their lips found each other again. The taste of her mouth reminded her of so many things. She remembered how euphoric it felt falling for her and how her heart shattered when she walked way. She pushed her away from her, tears filling her eyes, as painful memories and suppressed emotions made its way to the surface. Needing air, she chugged the remaining half of her drink before slamming it on the bar counter top, and fleeing the club. They were both too much in their own world to notice that a group of eyes followed the pair, curious at their altercations. Outside, she admitted it to her that she was scared of loving her again. But the way that she kissed her passionately five minutes earlier and then stormed off in fear, she knew that she never stopped. And she knew that she felt the same when the sight of her crying felt like a dagger through her heart.”

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