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The moon may bring peace, but the sun, she offers resilience.

Hannah Pearl

My god is a moment, a whimsical idea, a whisper. A hope bending itself into a prayer.
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God Hope Moments Myself Prayer
If I’m wrong about you, let’s face it instead of fading like tire marks swallowed by rain. Run me into the midst of a storm. Leave me to drown there.
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Face Fade Leaving Myself Wrong
Remember me in burnt coffee mornings, warm hugs, fresh sunday snow. Know that you loved me too cautiously.
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Hug Love Morning Myself Remember Warm
The hardest part is when the leaves abandon the trees. I seem to always lose a part of me.
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Abandonment Hard Leaving Lose Myself Tree
I hide behind olive branches. So afraid of others knowing what lay beneath the broken rifle. The reality hitting the pavement like bullets that stem from war.
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Afraid Break Hide Reality War
And when I walk alone, I speak in deaf tones. I’m screaming and no one knows, no one knows. No one pays attention to where the sound goes.
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Alone Attention Myself Pay Scream Sound Talk Walk
I haven’t wept for days, only shuffling feet, carrying weights, ignoring the pain, numbing the face. Its all a charade.
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Carry Day Face Hard Time Ignorance Myself Pain Struggle
Your words once a melody, now read like an obituary.
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Reading Word Yourself
I’m from a state that houses too many cornfields and a town that no one takes seriously- in a home where glass cuts hurt less than deeply wounded words.
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Deep Home Serious State Word Wound
I’m used to falling, calling out timber right before the impact.
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Call Fall Impact Myself Right
Needle in a haystack, a small town on a roadmap, searching for you through the abstract- how incredibly hard to find.
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Find Hard Incredible Map Road Small Yourself
The autumn breeze carves out an ache in your memory.
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Autumn Heart Broken Memories Yourself
It’s time for me to dust off this weary heart so that I may open it to one whose only open to me. You’re going to miss me when I’m gone and it’ll be too late.
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Heart Late Missing Open Time Yourself
I wait and wait and wait and god I am sick of waiting. To not see your face anymore. To not know the burden that belongs to you. To not imagine the window I looked through the night I found out.
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Burden Face God Myself Night Sick Wait
You are worthy of feeling incredibly and unapologetically alive.
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Alive Apology Feeling Worth Yourself
Some days, my mind still flickers, but the light doesn’t stay on. Kind of like the hope I felt when your fingers squeezed my palm. But they simply call that a reflex.
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Call Day Feeling Hope Light Mindset Myself Name Simplicity Stay

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