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Cancer Bleeds

It started with a cough,

a weight inside my chest,

something small, something nothing—

just a fleeting thought at best.

But the nothing grew to something,

a shadow on a screen,

a doctor’s face too careful,

his words sharp and clean.

“We found a mass.”

Three words, just three—

yet they cracked the sky above me,

drowned the air inside my lungs,

sent my body into freefall

with nowhere left to run.

I laughed, I think—

a hollow, breaking sound.

“This happens to other people,

not to me,” I swore, spellbound.

But denial was a fleeting thing,

a whisper lost to fate,

because fate was laced in hospital sheets,

dripping chemo through my veins.

The days turned into war zones,

and my body was the field.

Radiation carved its trenches,

poison burned what wouldn’t yield.

My hair fell in quiet handfuls,

ghost strands on the floor—

each one a part of me that left,

until there was no more.

They told me, stay strong, keep fighting,

as if I had a choice,

as if my shattered, shaking hands

could hold the weight of voice.

But they didn’t hear the screaming,

the nights I couldn’t breathe,

the way my skin felt paper-thin,

as cancer chewed through me.

I saw the pity in their eyes,

the sorrow laced with fear,

the quiet way they held my hand,

as if I’d disappear.

I wanted to say, I’m still here,

but the words would never stay—

they slipped between my fingers,

like I was slipping away.

And then they said, there’s nothing left.

No battle left to win.

The war was never fair at all,

it had always lived within.

So I made my peace with dying,

held its hand so soft, so tight,

and let the world keep spinning,

as I faded into night.

They laid me down in quiet earth,

as if I’d never bled,

as if I hadn’t begged the stars

to let me stay instead.

A name upon a granite stone,

two dates, a line between—

that whisper turned to silence,

and the world forgot my scream.

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The Last Thread

The room was bathed in the dim glow of the evening sun, its amber light stretching across the sterile walls like a final embrace. Samuel lay on the bed, his breaths shallow and uneven, the rasp of his chest filling the silence. Clara sat beside him, her hand cradling his, warm and steady—a lifeline in the churning tide of his last moments.

“Tell me your name again, dear,” he murmured, his voice fragile but laced with a flicker of warmth.

“Clara,” she replied softly, leaning closer.

“Clara…” He let the name linger on his tongue, his lips curving into a faint smile. “My mother’s name was Clara. Isn’t that something?” His eyes, dulled by age and wear, glistened with memory as they drifted toward the ceiling. “She had the gentlest hands. Always sewing, patching up the holes in our clothes or stitching quilts to keep us warm in the winter. She used to hum while she worked… a melody I could never quite catch. Funny how some things slip away from you, no matter how tightly you hold on.”

His voice trembled, and Clara gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “What else do you remember about her?”

Samuel closed his eyes, his lips parting as if to draw her image from some far-off place. “She used to say, ‘Every thread has a purpose, Sammy. Even the ones that seem frayed.’” He chuckled faintly, though the sound cracked under the weight of his emotion. “I think about that a lot these days. Wonder if all the pieces of my life really fit together the way she believed they would.”

The air between them felt heavy, saturated with a lifetime of unspoken words.

“I grew up in a small house,” he continued, his voice barely more than a whisper. “The kind where the roof leaked when it rained, and the walls seemed to sigh in the winter wind. But it was… ours. My brother, Tommy, and I… we were inseparable back then. We’d run barefoot through the fields, chasing fireflies until the stars came out. He used to laugh so hard it made me laugh, too.” Samuel’s voice faltered, and his chest hitched. “He died when I was nineteen. Car accident. Just… gone.”

Clara pressed his hand to her chest, letting him feel the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. “I’m so sorry, Samuel,” she whispered.

“I never told him,” Samuel said, his voice breaking. “Never told him I loved him. I thought we’d have forever, you know? But forever… forever is a lie we tell ourselves to avoid the truth.” His tears slipped silently down his face, tracing the lines of a lifetime’s pain.

Clara wiped them away gently, her touch tender and unyielding.

“There was someone else,” he said after a long silence, his gaze distant. “Evelyn. God, Clara, she was everything. Golden hair, a laugh like music. We met at a carnival—danced under a string of lights while the rest of the world melted away. I told myself I had all the time in the world to love her, but…” His breath hitched again, and his face crumpled. “I let her go. I thought my dreams were more important than she was. And by the time I realized my mistake, she was gone.”

Clara’s throat tightened, her own tears pooling in her eyes. “Did you ever tell her how you felt?”

“No,” he rasped. “I thought I’d have another chance. But life doesn’t give you second chances, does it? Only regrets.”

The light from the setting sun dipped lower, bathing the room in shades of gold and shadow.

“My kids…” Samuel murmured, his voice weakening. “I worked so hard to give them everything. But I missed so much. Birthdays… school plays… those quiet moments where they just wanted me there. Do you think they’ll remember me, Clara? Or just the empty chair at the table?”

“They’ll remember your love,” Clara said firmly, her voice trembling with conviction.

Samuel turned his head toward her, his faded blue eyes searching hers. “You really think so?”

“I know so,” she whispered.

His lips quivered into a faint smile, his body sinking deeper into the bed. “Every thread has a purpose,” he murmured, repeating his mother’s words as though they were a prayer. “Even the frayed ones.”

The room grew still, his breaths slowing to a fragile rhythm. Clara tightened her hold on his hand, her tears falling freely now. “You’re not alone, Samuel,” she said softly. “I’m here. I’m right here.”

His chest rose one last time, then fell in a long, peaceful exhale. The quiet that followed was deafening.

Clara sat with him for a long while, her hand still holding his, even as the warmth began to fade. She looked at his face—softened now, as though the weight of the years had finally lifted—and felt the ache of his absence settle in her chest.

“Rest now, Samuel,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “You’ve stitched a beautiful life.”

Outside, the sun sank below the horizon, casting the world in twilight. Inside, Samuel’s final thread had been woven, leaving behind a tapestry rich with love, loss, and the echoes of a life fully lived.

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“Two souls are sometimes created together and in love before they’re even born.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald; The Beautiful and Damned

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The cracks spread softly, like a quiet reminder that even broken things can hold light. ✨ Fragility is not weakness—it’s a testament to the beauty found in resilience. 🌿💔

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The Weight of Glass

A shard of glass,

delicate in its fracture,

catches the dim light

and scatters it wildly.

Its edge, sharp,

holds the breath of pain,

yet beneath its surface,

a dance of reflections.

We cradle it,

not for the wound it leaves,

but for the story it tells—

a beauty that endures

in the breaking.

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Echoes Beyond the Last Breath

Just published my first novel! I’ll be posting chapters and excerpts! Hope you enjoy!

Prologue

She heard it then—a distant, echoing laugh. It drifted across the water, soft at first, but growing louder, resonating with a haunting familiarity. Tasha’s breath caught, and her heart raced. She turned her head, searching for the source, but the lake and forest remained empty, shrouded in shadows.

“Who’s there?” she whispered, the words barely more than a breath. The silence that followed was deafening, punctuated only by the rapid thud of her heartbeat.

And then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw it: a figure standing at the water’s edge on the opposite shore. It was too far to make out clearly, but the outline was unmistakable. Tall, dark hair, a stance that spoke of confidence and an unyielding presence. A name danced on the tip of her tongue, but fear swallowed it before she could speak.

The figure raised a hand, a silent greeting—or a warning. The fog shifted, swirling around him as if it were alive, and Tasha felt an icy shiver run down her spine. She took a step back, her pulse hammering, eyes wide as she tried to convince herself it wasn’t real, that it was just a trick of the moonlight.

But deep down, she knew it wasn’t.

The laugh echoed again, and this time, it was closer, sharp and filled with an emotion she couldn’t name. Panic tightened her throat, and she turned, ready to run. But as she did, the ground beneath her feet shifted, and the lake rippled, breaking the perfect reflection. A shadow moved in the water, long and dark, reaching out as if trying to grab hold of her.

Tasha stumbled, a gasp escaping her lips as she fell to her knees. The cold seeped into her skin, biting, relentless. She looked up, and the figure on the shore was gone. Only the whisper of wind remained, carrying with it a single word that wrapped around her like a noose, tightening with each beat of her heart.

“Remember.”

The night swallowed her scream as everything faded to black.

Tasha jolted awake, drenched in sweat, her hands clutching the sheets as if they were the only thing keeping her in reality. The word echoed in her mind, relentless and terrifying. Remember. But remember what? And why did it feel like the past was clawing its way back to her, determined to drag her under?

She took a shaky breath, trying to calm the storm inside her. But deep down, she knew that whatever it was—whatever haunted her dreams and whispered in the night’s silence—it was only just beginning.

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Small Town Legends: Mabon Moon

It all started with a feast on the night of the full moon where the time wheel switched from Litha to Mabon. Two star-struck lovers meet for the very first time. A soft kiss to the hand for the respect of the lady in red and a hidden smile at the tip of the lips.

He was a son of a humble farmer who enriched the land with fruits and vegetables. The son wanting more from life than dirt and back labor. He wanted to be a guard of the Lord's table. From the ripe age of seven, he would learn about sword fighting, valor, and honor. Everything he needed to know about being a guard. For sixteen years, he trained every single day from dusk till dawn. On his twenty-third year, his training finally paid off and he became a guard after going through three brutal months of intense training.

She was the daughter of the Lord, who loved money more than the people he swore under oath to protect and prosper. Some of the townspeople loved him while others loathed the Romano name. With the threats growing more every day. With Iliana being the only heir, her father needed her to be protected at all times. With this decision, the Romano's held a feast in the new recruits honor.

What they both did not know is that fate had other plans for them.

She was supposedly destined to marry a duke from another country. He had his eyes on her since the day she became of age. With her beauty and grace amongst the people, she was the hidden gem to any man's heart. He courted her, gave her precious gifts, but behind closed doors there was another man who slowly stole her heart.

With the uprising from the east swiftly moving in, Dimitri Bartolini, one of the newest guards to be honored by the Lord, was now Iliana Romano's protector, her personal body guard. Long nights talking through an oak wooden door, turned into days where she would sneak off and gift him fresh food and wine.

It did not take long for them to seal their hearts for lifetimes to come.

One night, Iliana wanted to take a stroll out into the gardens when the moon was at its highest peak. Which meant no other eyes should see the two almost lovers do what is forbidden. At the stroke of twelve, they met at the darkest corner of the fountain. His masculine arms wide open for her to make her home in. After a shared secret kiss, he led her to the caves on the coast where the salty waters of the Mediterranean Sea would crash against the shore line. Placing her on a boulder, his lips would crash with hers, their clothes peeling off of one another. The gasps echoing around the rocklike tunnel. They made love for the very first time.

Days turned into months of secretly meeting one another at the hidden getaway, the cave. Making love with almost every meeting, she finally became pregnant with his unborn child. With the Duke still on her trail, and what her father expects of her, she had no idea what to do or who to turn to. So, one night she and the guard meet once again. After one sacred kiss after another, with tears in her eyes, she started to tell him the news. If word got out, Dimitri's head will be sliced off his body at the guillotine and she will be cast off to the brothel. After moments of thinking, going back and forth with their options, they decided to run away together, far away.

Later in the night, Alexander, one of the many guards of the Romano Manor, confronted Dimitri that night, explaining what he saw in the cave with him and Iliana, and how it is forbidden and what the consequences were. After a lengthy chat, the two men came to a silent agreement. Alexander will remain silent as long as he gets to have silver and gold when Dimitri is gone. Dimitri already knowing he could not trust Alexander with his life, he went to a witch that lived in the Dark Forest, just past the circular clearing where the clear night sky would shine above. He begged the witch to bound Iliana and himself for all eternity. Giving him the warning of the sacrifices and hardships they will face in future lives, he shook her hand in agreement, giving the witch an emerald and silver pendant that belonged to Iliana, it was her most prized possession.

The next morning, they go about their daily routine as if they had nothing planned. Except one thing stood in their way of death or freedom. Alexander, one of the guards, who just happened to catch the pair on one of their nightly outings recently had watched the whole thing unfold. The candles dimly lit around the cave, the scratch marks on Demetri's shoulders, the gripping of her thighs, everything. As dark of a fate that would bring upon the manor, the guard did what he promised he would not do. He told the Lord about the adultery early the same morning.

As the day went on, the two lovers met at the docks in disguised clothing. As they were boarding, something didn't feel right with Iliana. She started to cough, at first it was a light cough as if something was tickling her throat, soon though, it got worse and worse. Blood started to come up her throat, spattering all over Dimitri's shirt as he held her and pleaded with God himself to make her be okay. Within the hour Iliana and the unborn child passed away.

Dimitri, whom was full of anger and grief stormed back to the manor immediately finding Alexander. With his hand around his throat he demanded to know what happened. The guard trembled in his wake before spitting out the truth. Looking Dimitri in the eyes, he confessed to telling the Lord and that the Lord had ordered the chef to lace her drink with poison at breakfast, and that they were after him next if he doesn't go now. The blue hues from Dimitri's eyes turned stone cold black. How could a father kill his only child? For his revenge on Alexander, he cut out his tongue and slit his throat with the blade his father had gifted him.

The next person on his list was none other than the chef for going along with the ruthless Lord's plan. Finding a flaming hot steel rod that had a pig roasting on it, he grabbed it despite the temperature and pierced it right through the chef's body, impaling him. For the last person, he went straight to the Lord's chambers and awaited for the Lord to come back. Vowing that his face would be the last one the Lord get's to see before his heart gets ripped out.

Sitting on the brick window ledge, the sound of a door handle signaled Dimitri that the time has come. Watching the Lord waltzed in as if he didn't have a care in the world. Quietly standing up, as the Lord's back was turned, changing out of his clothes. When the lord was completely naked, Dimitri blew out one candle. "First you were born and groomed to be the lord." Dimitri stated in a deep voice, sliding the tip of his sword against the wooden floor. "Next, you made an oath that you have broken many of times." Blowing out another candle, he walked closer towards the Lord so he had no way to sheath a weapon of any sorts. "Then you find out your daughter is in love with a guard, and bearing his child in her womb... So you murder her. Your own flesh and blood but from the hands of another." With a low crackling laugh from Dimitri, anyone could tell he was on a blood lust for his bride to be. "As for that, you must be sacrificed."

As the Lord was about to call out for the guards, Dimitri slashed his throat with one quick swift. As the Lord fell, Dimitri, cut open the Lord's chest. Slowly and gratifying. Watching the Lord slowly suffer, blood pooling all around his body. Watching the life slowly dying inside the middle aged man's body, Dimitri dug his hand into the chest cavity and gripped the heart that was beating slowly and ripped it out like it was nothing. "I will see you in hell." Dimitri said in a hushed voice, spitting on the dead man's face before getting up and placing the heart inside of a box.

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𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐞

to come to a place, state or dignity; to come into an opinion, to agree

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"Look into the soul of the body you choose." Were the words that started it all. She was just a little girl, playing with dolls as her mom was baking a pie in the brick oven in the corner of the kitchen made of nothing but cobbled stone. Her mother had certain abilities. She could heal people, make people fall in love with one another, making all your wishes come true if you wanted them that bad. But with each practice, there was a price to pay to balance out nature.

Back then she never understood what her mother meant but as time progressed and seasons changed then it finally all came together. Her mother was a witch. She performed mainly with nature, and what it had to offer. A white witch. She helped the villagers as long as they promised to keep her a secret. However, one villager had slippery lips and told the wrong person. Soon the rumor spread amongst the villagers and word eventually made it to the king's table.

A peaceful month went by before loud banging was heard at the wooden front door. Peeking through one of the cracks, it was the king's men. "Open up witch!" They demanded. Shielding Esme from the sight she was about to witness, she led her down into the a hole underneath the floorboards. "Whatever you do, whatever you hear, do not come out till the coast is clear Esme. Just know I love you so much, and all the answers you will ever need are in my books, the ones on the shelves. Do not forget me my darling." Kissing the adolescent's head, she closed the door and laid a carpet on top of the area so no one can find her.

What came next was something no daughter should ever hear. Loud torturous screams pierced her ears as she listened to her mom being burned alive while being tied against a wooden pole in the ground. It felt like hours by the time the world around her grew silent. Esme got out of her hiding spot, and peaked outside, seeing her mother's burned corpse still tied to the pole. Covering her mouth, she let a few silent tears stream down her cheeks. This is when a sweet innocent girl's life will be changed forever. The first person on her list, was the person who's tongue holds no boundaries.

Grabbing her mother's grimoires, she started to read everything. Sometimes the same grimoire two or three times until she had every single word memorized. By the time Esme was sixteen years old, she was a full on enchantress who had all of her powers. She was the youngest full witch in the land from what she knew anyways. When the time was right, and the moon was full while crisp for filled the atmosphere, she grabbed her red cloak, and her mother's athame and went to the village while innocents were sleeping.

From Blue eyes that turned the color of emerald, she found the home where the villager who has loose lips resided in. With a smirk of her lips, she snuck herself in without anyone noticing her. Quietly walking up the stairs, she saw the woman sleeping peacefully. Closing the curtains, she gently slid off her clothes, and put an enchantment on the woman who's true dream was to find true love. However, that was going to be short lived tonight. Lightly touching the silky skin of the woman's legs, she started to seduce her. Tongue tasting the sweet swollen nub, the woman's soft moans filling the air. She was still in a deep slumber though. Watching the sleeping villager take off her dress, Esme's lips found hers and kissed the woman deeply, their lower halves rubbing against one another mixing their juices together, nipples rubbing against nipples.

When the sleeping woman was about to reach her peak, Esme, slit the tongue out of the girl's mouth. The woman's eyes bugged open as she looked over at Esme with pure horror in her eyes. "Say hello to the devil for me." She hissed. As the woman screamed, Esme slit her throat, coating herself in the blood, their eyes never once leaving the other. Just like her mother said. "Look into the soul of the body you choose." Licking the blood from her neck, she fed on the woman. Until she had no pulse left.

Before sliding her clothes back on, she sliced into the woman's body, "Tongue of the devil." were the words she carved into the woman's stomach. Licking the athame clean, she slid it back into her corset right between her breasts. Keeping the tongue as a souvenir, she went to the middle of the town. Everyone was still sleeping. Digging deep into her mind, she casted a spell on everyone who watched and ridiculed her mother's death will stab themselves till they die at dawn when the sun peeks just over the horizon.

Watching the green hues emerge from her fingers and spread amongst the village, she let a satisfying smirk tug on her lips. Before leaving the village and heading into the woods, where she will watch the whole event unfold before her very eyes. Climbing up the tallest hill, she sat down, and looked upon the village, waiting quietly. What seemed like an eternity, the sun was finally rising, and the first high pitch scream split the air. Then the next, and another one after that. Before long, the whole town was filled with shrieking screams. "May hell, smile upon you all today." She whispered, kissing her mother's ruby that hung around her throat.

After the deed was done, she looked towards the direction of the castle, debating on whether if she should get her vengeance on them now, or at a different time. Deciding that she will wait until the time is right, she headed towards the opposite direction where she will find her cult, or her following. Maybe both. But first thing is first. She needed to cleanse the blood off of her body.

Following the path down to the river, she slid her dress off. Porcelain skin was all that was revealed to the world around her. Stepping into the cool water, she let the temperature take over her senses as she stepped deeper and deeper until she was at shoulder height. Her hands running along her slender arms, watching the velvety red liquid disappear into the River. "Did those screams give you a sense of pride?" Whispered a man's voice, so close that she believed he was actually inside of her head. "Who's there?!" She yelled out, turning her body in every direction to see where the voice was coming from.

Laughter. That's all she could hear now echoing inside of her head. "If you want to see me, you need to open up all of your senses... touch yourself." Said the man.

"I will do no such thing."

"Yes you will, Esme. I have the power to do anything I want with you. Do as I say. Touch yourself."

"You will have to kill me first."

"Do I? Only eyes on you are mine. Dance with me my beauty. Touch yourself. And when I come into view, I promise to give you the feeling you most desire."

Biting her lower lip, she reached down, her two fingers exploring her slit until they reached her soft nub.

"That's it... keep going." Hissed the man inside of her head. "Close your eyes and let your mind wonder."

Rubbing her fingers in a circular motion, she pinched and rubbed faster. Her nub becoming swollen as the arousal grew more inside of her. Tilting her head back, she closed her eyes. Soft moans seeping out of her lips.

Before she knew it, her legs were being spread open, a man with small horns growing from the top of his head was in between her legs. She felt a slimy sensation run along her slit, a tongue that has a snake like length going inside of her tight core.

"Yes, don't stop." She begged in her whining voice.

The man didn't stop, his tongue flickered faster and rolled around as his sharp pointed fangs nibbled on her swollen nub. His masculine arms, wrapped around her waist pulling her in closer. Loud gasps and moans escaped Esme's body as her breathing became labored. And for the first time ever, Esme had her first orgasm. But the devil himself was not done with her.

Lifting her up, he wrapped her legs around his waist, taking her back to the village where the people shed their blood. His tongue rolling around her stiff nipple. Her hands gripping his dark black hair. Esme paid no mind to her surroundings, nor to what this creature was about to do. With a wave of his hand, he levitated all of the dead bodies to the middle of the town. Their blood flowing to the bodies that are about to become one.

"If you want your mother back you need to swear to me, that you are mine." He whispered to Esme.

"I swear." She replied in a lust filled voice.

"Good... this might sting a bit." Laying her down in a pool of blood, he lowered his face back to her core. His fangs pushing deep into her pelvis, as he let his tongue roll around the skin in her tight hole, popping it. A loud cry came out of her throat as his long slimy tongue went all the way in sucking her virgin blood, eating her.

After a few moment of pain and pleasure, he turned her body belly down, so she could feel the blood of her victims all over the most sensitive areas. Pressing her head into the red satin cobbled stone, he slid his thick long length inside of her tight core. "Can you still hear the screams of the innocent?" He asked in between his thrusts. Her nipples rubbing against the rough surface, her tongue tasting the mixture of blood from all the villagers.

Her eyes turned from blue to bright emerald, he was transforming her. "Yes... and that gives me a better orgasm than you are giving me right now." She hissed, her body bouncing with each of his hard thrusts. Without a second thought, the devil wrapped his large scaly hand around her neck, choking her while sticking his finger down her throat, smearing more blood across her pretty face. "Is that so my pet?" He asked leaning down, sinking his fangs into the side of her neck, drawing massive amounts of blood to suck on. "Don't make me bleed you dry now."

Gagging on his finger, she reached back and gripped the devil's ass, pushing him in deeper inside of her. "I'm your temple now." She hissed back at him, using her powers to twist her head so she can face him, her lips pressing against his, letting his tongue slither down her throat, without realizing it, her tongue started to grow in length just like his own, tasting the souls he has eaten the further her tongue went down his throat.

This drove the devil wild, he's never seen a woman react to him like this, let alone have massive amounts of power like she does. "Do what you want to me." He whispered. And with a smirk she swiftly rolled on top of the beast, mounting him. Stretching her tight hole over his thick length and started to bounce her hips. "Feed on the girl who yields no tongue." She demanded, levitating a dead blonde girl from the pile of bodies. Having the girl position herself to sit on the devil's face, Esme twisted the dead girls body and started to suck on her nipples letting her own fangs grow out as she bit into her flesh, sucking her dry. Her lower body bounced faster and harder, her moans getting louder and louder while the growls from the devil became overbearing and before she knew it the girl was gone and her blood was on the devil's lips. He ate the girl as Esme was going through a euphoric peak. The devil filling her petite body with his seed.

"My pet." He hissed sitting up, gripping the back of Esme's head and kissed her lips, sealing their fate.

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What to use instead of 'said'

Normally:

• added • replied • answered • stated • announced • questioned • asked • mentioned • remarked

Loudly:

• cheered • shouted • yelled • demanded • barked • blurted • growled • scolded •snorted

Softly:

• muttered • murmured • mumbled • uttered • stuttered • hissed • moaned • mouthed

Emotionally:

• begged • cried • confessed • complained • promised • pleaded

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Your dreams are limitless. The only thing that is stopping you from achieving your dreams is yourself. To all the people who told you that you can’t do it, prove them wrong.

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I’ve felt you before.