vulnerability
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I built these walls from promises I could not keep.Worn photographs still linger in forgotten drawers.I have stood on both sides of goodbye long enough to know its language.Love found me four times and left carrying pieces of my name.Like broken glass, some wounds were given and some were earned. All these years later, I…
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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 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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There’s something about sleep lately that feels more like survival than rest. My body sleeps, but my mind remains in a battlefield—stuck in the endless cycle of nightmares, adrenaline, and anxiety. And when I wake up, there’s no peace waiting for me—just another kind of war. Anxiety has become a shadow I carry, a weight…
Ink & Shadows: The Words of Osiris j Reapor 