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I still have a scar from the time someone said, ‘Sometimes love isn’t enough.’

Renee Stone

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
People struggle with words that spill and overwhelm you because they themselves are sinking.
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People Sink Spill Struggle Word Yourself
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
I search for comedy scripts, I watch happy shows, In hopes that laughter will be the remedy I end my day with.
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Comedy Day End Happiness Laughter Myself Scripture Search Watch
Flowers crown her with thorns, keeping her mind entrapped in a garden of lies – guarding her mind.
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Crown Flower Garden Guard Lying Mindset
To be understood is to be on part of the path to inclusivity.
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Journey Path Spirituality Understand
It takes less for me to be impacted, for my state of being to worsen.
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Impact Myself State Worse
I want to tell them how tired I am because I don’t think it shows. But maybe it’s the same for them – all strangers to the weight each of us carries. So alone, we carry these loads.
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Alone Carry Myself Stranger Thinking Tired Weight
I overwhelmingly write from sadness – in songs, in prose, in verse.
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Promise Sadness Song Verse Writing
We walk in circles, never knowing when to end the cycle our hearts put us in.
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Circle Heart Ourselves Walk
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
Imagine the unknown of what the beings around you cover up and struggle with everyday.
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Day Imagination Struggle Unknown
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
My body is a field site of muscle memory and weathered bones.
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Body Bone Memory Muscle Myself
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
My words decay. I grow as they fray, unbecoming in the passage of time.
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Growth Myself Passage Time Word

I still have a scar from the time someone said, ‘Sometimes love isn’t enough.’

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