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My Therapist
My therapist asked me to describe pain. “It tastes like metal,” I said—like the tang of blood you can’t spit out,the kind that lingers at the back of your throatlong after the wound is made. It smells like raintrapped in a room with no windows—damp, heavy, refusing to leave. It sounds like a door closing…
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How Much More?
Hmm… tell me—how much more of myself must I spillbefore you notice the mess I’m drowning in? How many nights must I trade for morningsthat never bring your warmth?How many breaths must I hold backso you can keep breathing easy? Tell me,how much more of these tearsmust I wastefor my cries to finallyreach your ears?…
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Preacher, How Do You Pray With a Bleeding Heart?
Preacher,how do you praywhen your heart is hurting,and the pain feels too big to hold? When words get stuck,and your voice is quiet,how do you still talk to Godwhen all you want to do is cry? How do you fold your handsand close your eyes,when inside you feel broken,and your soul is tired? When the…
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The Silence That Stayed
By: TlhogiInkWords I didn’t ask for miracles—only for truth that didn’t hide when things got hard,for consistency that didn’t vanish in the dark,for promises that didn’t change their meaning overnight.I only wanted presence—someone whose words could hold melong after their voice was gone,someone whose absence wouldn’t speak louder than their love. But what I received…
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Life Is Like an Elevator, You Lose People When You Go Up
Life’s got buttons, doors, and floors,A lobby full of “let’s be friends”Until you start climbing—Then the weight limit kicks in. At ground level, it’s all laughs and cheers,Everyone piling in, no space for fears.But press that button—success, next stop—And suddenly, some folks gotta hop. Ding! First floor—here go the onesWho liked you better when you…
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Bathi Indoda Ay’khale / Man Don’t Cry
1.He said,“Bathi indoda ay’khale,But my tears flow like rivers,My heart heavy with the weight of silence—What’s a man to do when the world demands strength,Yet I carry scars no one can see?” She answered,“Man don’t cry, they say,But who told you,Your heart must be a fortress of steel?The world only knows the mask you wear,But…
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