unfilteredwhispers

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Mother

She is the light, and I am the moth.

I’d follow her to the edge of the world.

She is my sun, my moon,

And in the darkest room,

I’d find her

For she is the light.

the poem I gave my mom for Mother’s Day.

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Daddy’s girl

Full piece on my blog:

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One day, I’ll be a fading memory too.

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The thoughts I have are never meant to be spoken. I take the risk of writing them down because they weigh too heavily on my mind.

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Raw

Fear has weaved itself into my bones, leaving me frozen in time.

While the world spins, I am stuck. Unmoving.

My mind screams for me to do something— but my body acts like it’s not even mine. I'm suspended between two worlds.

Light and Dark.

When my brain says get up, my body hides like a coward.

Fear is my demon.

I’m sharing the last part of Raw. Maybe these words find the right person.

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losing my mind has never sounded so peaceful.