poetry
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Changing does not betray the woman she was; it simply means some survival versions no longer need permanent rooms inside her.
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Healing did not make her untouched; it taught roots to grow through wreckage and flowers to feed on what once tried to bury her.
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Forests understand what people forget: broken branches, fallen trees, and decay can still become shelter, soil, and beginning.
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Unsent words become birds inside the chest, then paper cranes once she accepts that some stories will never reach their destination.
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After they left, the fire remained—and grief slowly revealed itself as the same stubborn life still writing, rebuilding, and choosing tomorrow.
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A goodbye can become a scar, but silence teaches the mind to build whole conversations inside the empty space.
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The ocean never apologizes for its tides, and neither should a heart be ashamed for loving deeply.
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She kept building a future brick by borrowed brick before realizing she was constructing a home for someone who had already walked away.
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The harm did not come from some abstract darkness; it had a familiar face, a familiar voice, and choices that belonged to you.
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Becoming means naming who she is now without softening it, and deciding which old versions no longer get to come along.
Between Bruises & Blooms 