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Through Your Eyes People have spoken about my eyesfor as long as I can remember. They tell me it feels as thoughI am looking past the surface,past the practiced smiles,past the careful words. As though I can see somethingthey never intended to show. Some grow quiet beneath my gaze. Some look away. Some laugh nervouslyand…
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I have never believed in tomorrow. People speak of it as though it waits beyond the horizon,a place we are destined to arrive,but I have lived long enough to know better. There is only now. The breath in my lungs.The rain against the window.The ache in my chest. Everything else is memory. By the time…
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When it rains, it fucking pours. So many things can go right and wrong at the same time, and right now everything feels like it’s breaking me. I want to shut the feelings off, dive into a bottle, and get lost there until everything feels better again. I won’t, but I fucking want to. I…
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If I must come for you No force exists to save you from me No prayers you scream will be answered No silent God will show you His mercy Your body will be mine for the breaking Little by little, you’ll understand why they say death is not the cruelest ending Before I am through,…
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Moonlight I talked with the devil at midnight, Heart in pieces, worn thin with despair. I cursed and I wept while he listened, Bottle in hand as he pulled up a chair. A grin touched his lips as he studied me. “I can make all that suffering end.” He poured out two shots and held…
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How cruel to lose in just one nightWhat felt so safe, so sure,To wake and find what held me closesimply doesn’t exist anymore. And crueler still to watch you goAs though it cost so little,To see you step so easilyBeyond what broke me brittle. I keep replaying every word,Each moment, every touch,And break beneath the…
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I do not fear my darkness. I respect it. I have not conquered it, nor do I believe that is possible. I have accepted it as part of myself that was once necessary. A part forged through survival. A part born from fear, pain, violence, and protection. Pretending it does not exist would be dishonest.…
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The music from The Lord of the Rings played softly as the children slept against them. One by one, their breathing faded, peaceful and unafraid. Daniel took Elena’s trembling hand. Through tears, he whispered, “At the end of all things.”
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I miss your eyes, loveand the way they look at melike I am something wonderfulsomeone I never dreamed I’d be I miss your voice, belovedand the way you say my namelike the word is somehow preciousI will never be the same I miss your touch, my dearestand your lips’ soft touch on minethe way the…
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Government violence, stripped women’s rights, and selective outrage are pushing America toward a familiar and dangerous path. Silence isn’t neutral. It’s complicity.
Ink & Shadows: The Words of Osiris j Reapor 