masculine energy
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There are two of us living beneath my skin. He arrived first to every war. She stayed behind to rememberwhat we were fighting for. He is iron beneath the tongue,the locked jaw,the hand that does not shakeeven when the rest of the world is burning. He learned strength without boundaries. So he became very goodat…
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There was an agreement once. Older than the people who signed it. Older than the beds they shared, the children they raised, the names carved into courthouse paper. No one remembers writing it. That was the clever part. It passed from hand to hand without ink, disguised as love. The masculine would provide. The feminine…
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He didn’t wake up one day and say, “Today feels like a great day to unpack decades of emotional damage.” No. He woke up hungover, annoyed, and weirdly aware that his life kept repeating like a bad episode nobody asked to rewatch. Same arguments. Same women. Same ending. Different names. Same script. And somewhere between…
