emotional depth

  • The Ones Born Under the Moon

    There comes a strange hour when the mathematics of loss changes. You stop counting the people who left and begin considering what left with you. The room looks different from that side of the equation. There will always be replacements. Another name saved in the phone, another body sitting in the chair, another person learning…

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  • People run in packs because they don’t feel safe alone. I run alone because I don’t feel safe in packs. That difference right there…that’s not preference.That’s experience. See, people love to romanticize loyalty until they’ve been circled by it.Until they realize some packs don’t protect…they position.They don’t surround you to keep you safe.They surround you…

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  • What Survived the Label

    Life does not forget.It waits. It waits in the mouths that doubted you.In the eyes that studied your cracks like proof.In the quiet certainty of people who decided who you werebefore you finished becoming. They said you were unstable.Too much.Too emotional.Too intense.Too sensitive.Too hard to hold. They mistook pressure for personality.They mistook survival for dysfunction.…

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