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Those closest to me. Didn’t know the true state of my mentality.

Jessica Wilde

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
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
When rules don’t make sense, ask questions, break barriers, rise above it all.
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Break Question Rise Rule
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
Loving you is like breathing in freshly fallen snow-baptized mornings.
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Breathe Love Morning Snow 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
The sea calls to me – she promises to set me free, it’s tempting- losing myself in her vastness allowing her to swallow me whole, beckoning me to make her deep darkness my forever home.
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Call Forever Home Myself Promise Sea Swallow
My mind is not my own. I don’t recognize her when I am alone.
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Alone Depression Mindset Myself Recognition
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
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’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
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
You break everything you touch. Why was I surprised when you broke me too?
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Break Surprise Touch Yourself
You hold a piece of me I will never get back. Be even tender.
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Hold Pieces Return Yourself
Underneath the stars, the weight of living dissolves – releases, breathes, be.
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Breathe Dissolve Live Release Stars Weight

Those closest to me. Didn’t know the true state of my mentality.

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