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I hear your voice say my name and my soul melts slow, I’m a helpless mess.

Jessica Wilde

Those closest to me. Didn’t know the true state of my mentality.
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Close Mentality Myself State True
When rules don’t make sense, ask questions, break barriers, rise above it all.
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Break Question Rise Rule
I chip and carve until I’m a corpse – a bone with no marrow, or a sparrow without wings, a vein without wings, a vein without blood, a puppet with no strings.
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Blood Bone Death Myself Wings
You hold a piece of me I will never get back. Be even tender.
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Hold Pieces Return Yourself
I lace barbed wire around my heart, constrict it – pull tight, maybe the pain will make it feel alive, and I can pretend it didn’t already die.
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Death Feeling Heart Myself Pain Pretend
I know I haven’t told you, but I also know, that you’ve felt my love.
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Feeling Known Love Yourself
Underneath the stars, the weight of living dissolves – releases, breathes, be.
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Breathe Dissolve Live Release Stars Weight
Fireside and free, tangled up in curiosity, dripping in holy honesty, drawing in pure ecstasy, exploring possibilities – a cabin in the woods.
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Curiosity Explore Freedom Honesty Possible Wood
I am fierce yet fragile – cradle me with care, I can shred your soul, light you on fire, or send you into the dark abyss – the difference between us is – I wouldn’t dare.
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Care Darkness Difference Fierce Fire Fragile Light Myself Soul
Lost journals are steps back home, like the mending of broken bones, like scars that act as patches to my soul, like the measurement marks on my mother’s wall that show just how much I’ve grown.
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Growth Home Journal Lost Mark Measurement Mom Myself Scars Wall
A wooded winter trail awaits, no footprints pressed upon the snow – a path I dared not once to take but now – I must go.
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Await Dare Myself Snow Winter
I’m half agony, half hope – like I’m a freshly cut bone, like the last stone that was held – then not thrown, like a garden where inspiration roots but never grows.
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Agony Garden Growth Hope Myself Stone
Expanding like the universe, I discovered galaxies within. To break glass ceilings: Breath in trust, exhale doubt-beckon bravery.
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Brave Breathe Discover Expand Galaxy Myself Universe
I simply cannot hold onto hope, it aches like possibilities never reached, I’m bubbling over with grief – this chaos has caused so much loss and fatigue.
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Fatigue Grief Hope Loss Possible Reach Simplicity
When winter withers – my bones begin to thaw, my lungs crackle as they expand, and the blood in my veins start to flow and I awaken from hibernation – hungry for happiness and eager to let go.
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Awake Beginning Bone Flow Happiness Hungry Let Go Start Winter
Loving you is like breathing in freshly fallen snow-baptized mornings.
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Breathe Love Morning Snow Yourself

I hear your voice say my name and my soul melts slow, I’m a helpless mess.

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