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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.

Jessica Wilde

Today, cold seeps from my insides out, the frigid rain warm on my skin.
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Cold Myself Rain Skin Warm
When rules don’t make sense, ask questions, break barriers, rise above it all.
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Break Question Rise Rule
Time aches- my words break as if they’re the wings of a captured butterfly as if they’re the seconds that keep ticking by as if they’re embers that refuse to ignite.
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Break Ignite Refusal Time Word
Underneath the stars, the weight of living dissolves – releases, breathes, be.
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Breathe Dissolve Live Release Stars Weight
You hold a piece of me I will never get back. Be even tender.
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Hold Pieces Return Yourself
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
Wouldn’t it be enchanting if pixie dust and fairy wings could fix all our broken dreams?
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Break Dreams Enchant Ourselves Wings
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
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
Those closest to me. Didn’t know the true state of my mentality.
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Close Mentality Myself State True
What do you do, when all the loves you’ve ever known have only been paper moons?
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Love Moon Paper Yourself
Misty morning welcomes me as I wander through the trees – calm amidst the chaos of distant memories.
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Chaos Distant Memories Morning Welcome
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 know I haven’t told you, but I also know, that you’ve felt my love.
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Feeling Known Love Yourself
I am swept beneath your current – it pulls me in, and I don’t even try to swim.
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Current Myself Try
I hear your voice say my name and my soul melts slow, I’m a helpless mess.
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Help Mess Myself Name Slow Soul Voice

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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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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