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Body and mind aren’t separated. And so all these things I write, they are felt in the aches of my heart.

Renee Stone

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
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
We walk in circles, never knowing when to end the cycle our hearts put us in.
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Circle Heart Ourselves Walk
I’m writing on a blank page full of chances and hope.
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Chance Hope Myself Page Writing
I wonder why I’m so empathetic, why people perceive me to be so kind. I don’t want my heart to burn when there’s no one burning mine.
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Burn Empathy Heart Nature Oneself People Wonder
To the songs you haven’t heard from me. To the pains you haven’t felt for me.
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Feeling Myself Pain Song Yourself
I can assure you that I don’t wake up every day with a smile upon my face, and the distance from happiness in the morning isn’t set at a constant rate.
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Face Happiness Morning Myself Rate Smile Wake Up
Staring into the abyss full of art – hoping for the return of a glimmer or a spark.
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Art Full Hope Return Spark Staring
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
Let go of the honey-sweet lies for the bittersweet truths.
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Let Go Lying Sweet Truth
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
I lost touch with the world around me – gone unnoticed by that which surrounds me, but I must find the presence of that which grounds me if I am to once again grasp onto everything I lost touch with.
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Lost Myself Notice Presence Surround Touch World
There is a warmth that fills the soul when the sun’s rays tend to your skin from up above.
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Ourselves Rays Soul Sun Warm
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
Tell me I’m sun-kissed, but you burn my skin. And you already told me, I was paper thin.
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Burn Myself Paper Skin Sun
Why is it that you have more practice describing weaknesses than strengths? It’s not your fault they never went to the lengths to teach you how to value your strengths.
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Description Practice Strength Teaching Value Weakness Yourself

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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