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They hit like waves, the memories of those old summer days. Memories you’d have thought to erase, but they crash ashore without haste.

Renee Stone

Imagine the unknown of what the beings around you cover up and struggle with everyday.
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Day Imagination Struggle Unknown
Body and mind aren’t separated. And so all these things I write, they are felt in the aches of my heart.
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Body Heart Mind Myself Separate Writing
I grew up learning history about communities that would support their people (the idea that it takes a village), but all I see are so many people left on their own.
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Community Growth History Learning Myself People Support
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 bear the fruits of your memory in the expression of my art for that is what you gave to the world.
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Art Expression Fruit Memories World Yourself
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
When you write me into your story, don’t set my end in stone. Feel free to let me go. I’d like to join your story, but remember I have my own.
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End Join Myself Stone Story Writing
My body is a field site of muscle memory and weathered bones.
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Body Bone Memory Muscle Myself
When the silence fades and now sounds begin to bloom, I will grow to feel calm again. Healthily this time.
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Beginning Bloom Fade Myself Silence Sound
I spill words among pages so that I can’t say my thoughts are stuck in cages. Can’t say I didn’t let it out when I can say for sure I wrote it down.
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Myself Thinking Word Writing
Somewhere the silence resonates, the clutter clears, and you’re set to start again.
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Patience Resonate Silence Start Yourself
I overwhelmingly write from sadness – in songs, in prose, in verse.
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Promise Sadness Song Verse Writing
The thought of you having to try hurts because it feels like you should have known to let me go before you grabbed ahold.
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Hurt Let Go Thinking Try 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.
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Learning Love Medical Myself Time
I’m writing on a blank page full of chances and hope.
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Chance Hope Myself Page Writing
I was never lonely alone because love has come to me in many forms, and one of them was you.
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Alone From Lonely Love Myself Yourself

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