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Here you are, another heartache to guard under my wings as I wait wondering when it’ll be time for me to fly.

Renee Stone

Tell me I’m sun-kissed, but you burn my skin. And you already told me, I was paper thin.
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Burn Myself Paper Skin Sun
They hit like waves, the memories of those old summer days. Memories you’d have thought to erase, but they crash ashore without haste.
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Day Erase Hit Memories Old Summer Thinking Wave
I still have a scar from the time someone said, ‘Sometimes love isn’t enough.’
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Enough Love Myself Scar Time
You wonder why you didn’t do it sooner – why you didn’t clear your mind when the clouds loomed.
RENEE STONE

Clear Cloud Mindset Wonder Yourself
I’m writing on a blank page full of chances and hope.
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Chance Hope Myself Page Writing
I carry on knowing that when I deteriorate, my body will be a museum of all I can do and all that hindered me.
RENEE STONE

Body Carry Death Museum Myself
Reading has always been my sweetest escape, but I write to convey that which I want to escape or what scares me to say, even if it’s something positive.
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Escape Myself Positive Reading Scare Sweet Writing
I overwhelmingly write from sadness – in songs, in prose, in verse.
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Promise Sadness Song Verse Writing
I was never lonely alone because love has come to me in many forms, and one of them was you.
RENEE STONE

Alone From Lonely Love Myself Yourself
If I could reverse time, I would spend more time looking into what ailed my loved ones – would have learned more about medical gaslighting.
RENEE STONE

Learning Love Medical Myself Time
Flowers crown her with thorns, keeping her mind entrapped in a garden of lies – guarding her mind.
RENEE STONE

Crown Flower Garden Guard Lying Mindset
Let go of the honey-sweet lies for the bittersweet truths.
RENEE STONE

Let Go Lying Sweet Truth
My body is a field site of muscle memory and weathered bones.
RENEE STONE

Body Bone Memory Muscle Myself
I want to tell them how tired I am because I don’t think it shows. But maybe it’s the same for them – all strangers to the weight each of us carries. So alone, we carry these loads.
RENEE STONE

Alone Carry Myself Stranger Thinking Tired Weight
It felt vulnerable to have people know my weaknesses, but there is so much strength from going back to the start and re-determining who you are.
RENEE STONE

Determination Feeling People Strength Vulnerable Yourself
I don’t think anyone really gets my attachment to the little things. They call it insignificant and say that it is what it is. I think it all adds up to what we stand for. The little things add up to something meaningful and so does the complacency.
RENEE STONE

Attachment Call Meaning Myself Stand Thinking

Here you are, another heartache to guard under my wings as I wait wondering when it’ll be time for me to fly.

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