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So much I want, so much that feels so far away sometimes

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I have really specific ticks when I’m anxious.. unfortunately they have their way with me, this time I dictate them taking over or not. I won’t succumb to its paranoia and paralysis.

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I have to be patient with this part of my journey.. I’ve got to see every single step happen, I must account for it all.

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My heart desires so deeply to be held and nurtured in the softest ways… every version of me carries a part of my heart that felt neglected and every version of me wishes to kiss the hurt away. A little bit every day feeling less pain. (pain from the past)

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I wish the softest parts of me could be held tenderly. Some days are better than others, all in all there’s always more to live for in some way or another.

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My truth is that even when I try my hardest not to think about it, all I think about is being somewhere else.. being somewhere completely different where the air is different and because that will be different (in a good way) - I will be different (in a good way) too.

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somewhere amongst the deepest parts of who I am

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Grief in Three Bodies: A Conversation by Victoria Chang, Prageeta Sharma & Khaty Xiong

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Natalie Díaz, from “That Which Cannot Be Stilled”, Postcolonial Love Poem

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Rainer Maria Rilke in a letter to Lou Andreas-Salomé, published in Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: A Love Story in Letters