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on the other side of my grief, i found dark beautiful things..but it was too cold to stay there so i borrowed inside of it. it became my oxygen, my water, my food. it consumed me. but i wasn't like the others who wore it on their sleeves and became a shell of themselves outwardly. i knew how to pretend. and Im not sure my way was any better. but at least at the end of the day, when i lay silently and could hear myself breathe...at least i knew i was still alive and wanted nothing more then to still just exist, even if it felt heavy...even if now i felt out of place in warm spaces. and maybe that could still change. I don't think hope has ever killed anyone...at least not the kind that you don't really believe is coming. the best kind is so quiet, you almost forget it's there.

-shatara

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musings in the wild.

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excerpt from Love's Third Eye.

a book for your heart & coffee table ☕🫒

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word.balm 🌿

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daily affirmations 🤞🏽

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but you knew that already 🤎

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sacred.word.balm 🌾

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confession. wisdom.

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love.note

when at war with yourself .

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inspo.

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word.balm

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🌵 micro poem 9:46 pm

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micro poem.

11:32 pm.

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🙏🏾peace.

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