To be understood is to be on part of the path to inclusivity.
RENEE STONEImagine the unknown of what the beings around you cover up and struggle with everyday.
More Renee Stone Quotes
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My body is a field site of muscle memory and weathered bones.
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There is a warmth that fills the soul when the sun’s rays tend to your skin from up above.
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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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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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I carry on knowing that when I deteriorate, my body will be a museum of all I can do and all that hindered me.
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To be understood and accepted could change so many lives.
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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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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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Flowers crown her with thorns, keeping her mind entrapped in a garden of lies – guarding her mind.
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We’re so distant, words can’t save us.
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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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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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You are chaos in my heart – clogging up my arteries. I can’t move on or bring in more love than what was at the start
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They tell me summer is coming, and soon we’ll be dancing on the shore. Waiting for the moonlight to light me up amongst the starlight.
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People struggle with words that spill and overwhelm you because they themselves are sinking.
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