You kept waiting for me to come back. As though love could survive fear forever. One day I chose peace over proving I wasn't who you said I was. That choice looked a lot like silence.
A poetry library for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.
You kept waiting for me to come back. As though love could survive fear forever. One day I chose peace over proving I wasn't who you said I was. That choice looked a lot like silence.
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