fighter
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from the tomb of despair…
when the tears are shed and the pain abates, I can trust you enough to lead you to the tomb of all the past pains
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Grief never dies
a hole the size of you
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Am I what I do?
I am more than what I have and what I do, so love me for who I am
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Hanging in there
I felt seen and heard, and I decided to live.
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A slow cup of coffee
I silently sat with a small cup of coffee. It felt good. I enjoyed my company.
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unseen
The physical fights leave visible wounds, and scars that prove the struggle that ensued. But these brutal wars that we fight within, the deep wounds that incessantly bleed till we drop down on the battle field, the help that never arrives because to the beholder there is nothing to be helped…
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the Storm
I’ve learnt to observe this storm within. It is literally a storm, rocking your insides and threatening to tear you down. And boy, has it torn me down! I have lost track of the number of times it has happened over the past couple of years.
Quill Gone Mad 