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Unloveable, She Said

Tao Te Ching, Chapter 48

Today, it was the story she told herself: that what happened made her unlovable.   That her silence back then meant consent.   That her tenderness was weakness.   She told herself it didn’t matter. That it was over.   That she was fine.   But every day, her body remembered.   And every day, she tried to unlearn what survival had taught her to carry.   She tried to explain it away— hormones, weather, being tired.   But grief isn’t always loud. Sometimes it’s just a clenched jaw in a quiet room.   She didn’t feel lighter. Not right away.   There was no rush of relief, no cinematic exhale.   Just a stillness— raw and unfamiliar.   Like the room had shifted, but everything was still in place.   But she didn’t flinch this time, when the memory passed through her.   She just let it exist without trying to fold it away.   And for a moment— not peace exactly, but a pause.   And in the pause, a breath that didn’t come with shame.

Tina Marie

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Exiled. Period.

Bullied. Rejected.

Too fat. Too ugly. Too crazy. Too stupid.

Why try? Always the same. Rejected.

A stamp on my forehead: DAMAGED. DO NOT ENTER.

Still— I speak. Even if my voice quivers like a kicked can. Even if no one listens. Even if the ink smears.

I speak.

Because silence, too, was never mine.

Tina Marie

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Tate McRae - you broke me first

Some music just hits me hard....

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Breath

how do i forget him, when he lives in my every breath? do you mean i must forget to breathe????

Azdy<3

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Sleep offers no peace...

The Pillow, a deceptive cloud.

She closes her eyes, a whispered prayer for rest,

but the darkness behind her lids

breeds monsters.

They claw, they whisper,

shapeless fears given cruel form.

Her breath catches, a strangled cry

in the waking world.

Sweat cools on her skin

as dawn paints the window gray.

Each morning, the same brutal awakening.

The echo of terror,

the taste of unresolved battles.

She knows, in that raw moment

between nightmare and day,

the truth.

This terror, self-inflicted,

a mirror of decisions

unmade, paths avoided,

a mind held captive

by its own indecision.

Peace, a distant shore,

beckons across turbulent waters.

To reach it, she must navigate

the waking hours with purpose.

Each choice, a step.

Each brave decision,

a key to unlock the chains

of her subconscious torment.

Only then, perhaps,

will sleep offer solace,

and not just another war.

#stonewalls

Art: Monsters no longer hide under the bed.

Artist: AiHybrid

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Lost

I am lost.

How did I get here?

I see the ocean meeting the sand

Crashing upon the earth in a chaotic dance

The song continues, the rythmn ever changing

The landscape seems to form as I discover it

Illuminated by a pair of moons

Beautiful and shining.

I am lost.

A majestic view

This new world I’ve discovered

Yet terrifying

How did I get here?

What luck must I command to have the fortune of discovering this exciting world?

Clouds form below the heavens, casting a shadow upon the hills

From the ocean, the visage forms

I realize the moons have aligned in such a way to cast their light solely upon me

It’s as if I’m looking into the eyes of whatever deliverance I have in store

I am lost

In a swirling torrent of colors and sounds, a face forms

Yours

Have I been looking upon it without seeing?

Or are you truly forming before my eyes?

I hear something

A strange music swelling as you near completion

I realize the music has been playing since I awoke

As the last ghostly note fades, I finally understand that this new world has only ever been you

What an adventure

I am lost in you

- J.Lamana

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Tired of life,

Yet breath still flows,

Tired of the nights,

Where no light grows.

Tired of echoes,

From days long gone.

Still, my soul hums a silent song.

I missed you today and the skies cried.

©️Knight Qoheleth

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wake up babe a new terminology just dropped

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i am the CEO of yearning

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Only One

Rejected by one. Not interested in another.

Like a toddler throwing a tantrum— If I can’t have what I want, I want nothing at all.

Big baby? Maybe.

But the heart refuses reason. It defies logic,  a language it never learned.

Tina Marie

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Heart

The pieces of him that still live quietly in my soul. It hurts

yes, it does. But it’s not empty

It’s full of love, of memories, of prayers........

Azdy<3

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Trapped within my own thoughts,

As they cut deep like a razor,

Causing me to bleed from the inside,

Having yet another scar to hide,

Feeling beaten down as I try to numb the pain,

When I can't understand how to stop,

From letting myself from having to face,

The aftermath of all the cruelty that is thrown my way,

Having to face these demons,

That show up before me,

Masked with so many different faces,

Playing games of deception,

Continuously feeling defeated by the misfortunes of fate...

©️fallencalliope

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another day another feeling

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u know u really love someone when u don’t hate them for breaking ur heart 

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I wasn’t made for light alone.

I bloomed in shadows,

with no hand to hold,

no applause,

no witness.

It was me,

just me,

and the ache I nearly named home.

I held myself

when no one else did.

Rocked my own heart

like a fragile secret

no one thought to ask about.

I whispered kindness

into the silence

because silence

was all I had left.

I didn’t need the sun

to remind me I was growing.

I grew anyway.

Cracked open in the cold.

Watered by my own tears.

And in that darkness,

without an audience,

without approval,

I learned the most sacred kind of love —

the one I gave myself

when I felt least worthy of it.

So no,

I don’t fear the dark anymore.

It’s where I met me.

And finally,

I stayed.