Tag: you
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By my hands alone I am new.
I took some time. I wasn’t planning to be gone for so long, but getting away felt too nice. My life is fully in my own hands; I reignited an agency I lost so long ago. I am ready to take action. Much can still go wrong, but I’m done…
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You have much further to go. You are only just beginning.
It gets better. I know this is likely obvious to some, but for a long time, I didn’t believe that. I was certain that things would never get better. Harm and negative events infect the brain. Seeping it of any hope for development, mapping it instead to insecurity and fear.…
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The weight that you cared more.
It was nearing spring break of my sophomore year. Since the call in November, I had been home every Saturday, and wallowed every Sunday. I skipped so many plans. I felt myself distancing from my roommates, my friends, and everyone. I wasn’t there; I couldn’t blame them. They always asked.…
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Document the burden I carry to set myself free.
We met in class. During the second semester of my disconnect, Your tightly coiled hair that danced down your shoulders. You smile. We decided to partner up for an in-class exercise. I still think about how you picked me that day. Your hand tapping my shoulder. Your eyes. I think about…
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“I have questions”
On the edge of slumber, a voice came to me. “I have questions” it boomed. And with its words, it took the room in which I lay transported to lay alone; outside the windows of my room now expanded the vast stars. The endlessness outside. As I got up, hinging…
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you’d be who I miss the most.
I worry at times that you don’t know how much I care for you. I know if I said that you’d promptly tell me to “shut the fuck up” in likely kinder words, so understanding, but I still worry. I’m not great at showing my feelings, especially recently. Opting for…
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you will love, and I will live
When anger returns, I often think of you. You are the one thing I am still angry at myself for. So much happened to me—so much harm, so much pain—but you took much of the buildup. I regret that day. I was never mad at you. You were not at…