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I am strong. My heart still hopes. My mind still dreams. My soul still craves pouring energy into everything that I love.

Stephanie Briar

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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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You could not keep me fed by throwing me bones and empty promises. I am ashamed to admit how much starving I did before I finally left.
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Last night, I sent you home with a kiss and a promise. I hope you still believe in roses.
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In my dreams you conjure me like a spell in the night. Let us haunt one another with uneasy peace, and die burning alive.
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When you focus on directing your energy away from harm and toward healing, you feed the soul and starve the ego.
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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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He’ll keep some daying and tommorwing until he has no tomorrows left. I don’t choose that.
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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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I pressed the dress to my nose, and found what was left of your ghost. It was then that I remembered how to cry.
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I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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